So, I’m standing at my kitchen bar, typing this, and I’m almost in tears.
This morning, I broke the five mile barrier.
As I mentioned on Monday, I really needed this week’s training to be awesome. The intimidation factor was high going into this morning: a 50 minute steady run (longest ever for me), on little sleep (I just couldn’t wind down last night) and nerves (because 50 minutes). I just really wasn’t sure how I was going to do this.
Especially how I was going to do it well.
Since Mr PugRunner got the first run on Monday, I got it today. I was up at 5:20, but waited til about 6:00 to head out. It was just a wee bit too dark for my liking sooner. I had a spoonful of peanut butter and a big glass of water about 20 minutes before lacing up.
And then? It was just me and the morning.
Well, and this turtle.
I did a lot of looping and doubling back in my neighborhood. Mr PugRunner had a 40 minute run this morning so I didn’t want to spend too much time walking back home so that he could get right out. It was nice to have a new-ish route, even if it meant repeating some streets and culdesacs.
For the most part, I felt great. I had a couple of new songs on my iTunes and I think they added that extra burst of something-something. I sang along in my head and it helped take my focus off the road, the time and the miles.
I wasn’t fast, but I don’t care.
This time, I didn’t have negative splits. At about the 25:00 mark, I almost lost my breakfast on the road. Not the best feeling in the world, and I set a 1:00 timer to walk it off. This came on a little earlier than usual (normally, the nausea hits at 30:00), but I was able to shake the queasy feeling and continue, even if it did slow me down in the middle of the run. I also had another minute walk later on due to a little kink in my knee, but that went away, too.
I finished strong. Usually, when I get down to two minutes left, I have to talk myself through it (sometimes even out loud). This time? I could have danced those last two minutes. Obviously, this is how Pracersize was born. I didn’t bust a move, but I was grinning from ear to ear, and I may have teared up.
I have successfully completed six weeks of 5-10K training, and I could not be more proud of myself.
The only downside is that I am done for at least 14 days, or until I am cleared by my ENT. At this time tomorrow, I will be at the tail end of a tonsilectomy (which I am NOT looking forward to), and I will be out of commission. Wish me luck.
As a runner, what milestone have you achieved that made you most proud?
Have you ever wanted to dance your way to the end of a run? (Bonus points if you’ve actually done it).
Do you still have your tonsils?