Today's blog is by my husband, Cliff.
I started running again last month.
We have been jumping around like Bunny Rabbits in front of the TV keeping up with the professional fit people on T25 for a couple of months now, so I thought running would be no big deal.
Wrong.
I picked the last three miles of the Cornerstone 10K route in Clanton. It goes through more neighborhoods and past more fields than the first part which goes through downtown Clanton. The time of morning I have to run there is a lot of traffic, and sucking exhaust fumes and hoping folks are not texting while driving just is not the feeling I’m looking for. I used to be able to bang those three miles (and some change) out in around 30 minutes, even under on a good day.
Thus, with much confidence and bravado, I set out to reclaim past glory.
We have been jumping around like Bunny Rabbits in front of the TV keeping up with the professional fit people on T25 for a couple of months now, so I thought running would be no big deal.
Wrong.
I picked the last three miles of the Cornerstone 10K route in Clanton. It goes through more neighborhoods and past more fields than the first part which goes through downtown Clanton. The time of morning I have to run there is a lot of traffic, and sucking exhaust fumes and hoping folks are not texting while driving just is not the feeling I’m looking for. I used to be able to bang those three miles (and some change) out in around 30 minutes, even under on a good day.
Thus, with much confidence and bravado, I set out to reclaim past glory.
An hour later I trudged back into the parking lot of the
gym. Slightly humbled.
Normally I would berate myself for poor performance, “How
Could I Let This Happen?”
But I didn’t this time. I felt proud of myself for getting out there and doing it. And I knew that I would get better. That’s one of the great things about running and exercises in general, the linear progression. You do the work, you get the rewards. You get better. Every time.
But I didn’t this time. I felt proud of myself for getting out there and doing it. And I knew that I would get better. That’s one of the great things about running and exercises in general, the linear progression. You do the work, you get the rewards. You get better. Every time.
That was three weeks ago, and I am happy to report that I
have shaved twenty minutes of my 5K time.
Sure, it’s not sub 30 anymore, but I think I can get back there if I
want to. I’m more interested in going
farther, not faster. But of course, I
only have but so much time per week for training, so some speed is
necessary. (taking 6 hours to run 6
miles is just not an efficient use of my time)
Ultimately, I am really concerned with being outside, feeling my breath, moving through this really cool planet we are living on, enjoying the really cool highly functional body The Lord God has gifted/given to me.
Ultimately, I am really concerned with being outside, feeling my breath, moving through this really cool planet we are living on, enjoying the really cool highly functional body The Lord God has gifted/given to me.
