That’s all I have until my next 5K. And the only way I’m going to be even remotely ready for it is if I dig in, work through my fear and discomfort and do it.
I got a really big boost on Saturday morning when I went out with my girlfriends to attempt a bridge run.
Perhaps it was a bit ambitious, but what was the worst that could happen? I wouldn’t be able to do it? I’d have to walk? I’d have to give up entirely and head back to the car to wait? Not optimal, but hey. At least I was going to try.
I was up before the sun, ready for a 5:50 AM departure. I was tired and hurting a little, but I got dressed and started sipping away at a cup of water. I also ate a Kind bar to have a little something in my stomach.
We parked at the opposite end of the bridge this time. My friends are training for a full marathon (rockstars!) in February, so they had a bit of a longer run on the schedule. My plan was to make it up, over and back, and then walk up and down again while I waited for them to be done.
The weather could not have been more perfect. Cool and cloudy with a little breeze. The humidity was high, but that’s pretty much a given in July. The breeze and cloud cover made it manageable, though.
I turned on my RunKeeper and headed off.
It was tough. I struggled to keep my breathing even and under control. I worked at taking slow, measured steps and really tried not to worry about my speed. The entire point was making it to the summit.
And I did! In fact, I got in about 1.5 straight miles before I need to walk (on the return trip up). At that point, I figured I would just break up the rest of my session into intervals, so I would still be running, but giving myself a couple of breaks in between.
It worked out well.
I really didn’t have a major goal for the morning (other than to not collapse on the side of the road), so when I looked at my phone and saw that I was at about 2.6 miles at just over 35 minutes, I decided to bust it out to see if I could hit 3.1 before the timer got to the 40 mark. I dug deep, went for it, and hit the distance at 39 and change.
This gives me something to work for in my upcoming 5K, which will be including either stairs or steep ramps as part of the course. I’m going to be able to do this in under 40 minutes (hopefully better, but 40 is the magic number), and it’s going to be fine.
I settled into a brisk walk back up the bridge and then ran back down, before returning to the car and knocking out a plank on the curb before my friends returned.
“Glistening” self-portraits aren’t the norm for me, but I was feeling so happy and relieved after I completed my session (3.45 miles total) I just couldn’t resist.
Things are settling down a little this week with travel, so it will be easier to get back into a regular routine. If all goes as planned, I will get in three 5-10K workouts and a weekend bridge run in the next seven days. I’m also going to try to walk more at night like I was doing about a month ago. I think it will help me keep building on my fitness level and my miles.
Finally, I’m seeing the light at the end of the tunnel and it’s a beautiful thing.
I would also like to extend a special thanks to all of my readers who have offered so much support and encouragement over the past few weeks. It’s been wonderful to have so many amazing people around me, even if only virtually. This running community truly is amazing.
How was your weekend? What are your fitness plans for the week?