5K Challenge: Run Two
So, Day 2 — or let’s call it Day 3 and Run 2 because it makes me feel better.
I thought it would be just slightly easier. It wasn’t. After the third run (same format as the first — five minute walk followed by one minute run and 90 seconds walking with eight run periods), I was wondering if I could do it.
Let’s back up to yesterday. I went to bed Tuesday night feeling good, confident. My body wasn’t that bad. I woke up Wednesday, slightly sore but nowhere near what I expected. That would wait several hours.
What didn’t help — or probably in the long run it helped more than it hurt, but for immediate comfort it didn’t help — was that I had what I thought was going to be a quick hour-long commitment. It ended up being 5 hours. It was mostly standing, not grueling physically in the least, but I could just feel my legs get heavier and heavier and heavier. Add to that a long work day with some stress at the end, and by the time I went to bed at 3 a.m., I felt like my legs were 300 pounds each.
So, that’s the best way to start Run 2, right? I procrastinated, one of my great talents, but did finally get out there. So, yeah, I did that.
During the second run segment, I could feel the matchbook lit in my shins — and the burning didn’t get any better throughout the run. I went a slightly different route than the last and also engaged RunKeeper, just because I was curious about distance. So, in my head I had This American Life, RunKepper and Get Running. There was a lot going on, but nothing louder than my doubts.
After the third run segment, I’d gone a mile, but I was already short of breath. This is ridiculous, I should be able to do more, but right now I just am not. Perhaps embarrassment is the motivation I need. Because I am embarrassed — I hate seeing people drive by and watch my shuffle run. I wonder if they think I know that what I’m doing can really be called running. Or if they see me slow down to a walk, do they think me weak for stopping — “the program’s telling me to do it!” I want to shout, but know it’d only draw attention and that if they weren’t thinking those things before, they definitely would be now. The men working on the street, they’re surely laughing at my pace and joking. Or not.
By the fourth mile I’m really considering my shorts. These are nice and loose, which is fine when I’m working at my desk and want to be comfortable — maybe not so nice when running and I’m having to keep pulling them up.
RunKeeper keeps telling me how long I’ve been running and how much slower my pace is. That too, is like it’s mocking me.
And even my memories are mocking me. In Run 1, I don’t remember six being so hard and I remember having something in the tank for eight. Not today. No sir. Those last 10 seconds took forever and I was so ready to have them done. But I did. They’re done. In the end, I went 2.3 miles in a glacial 32:45, which includes five minutes of warm up walking and five minutes of cool down walking. And now the best part, rest day.