I’ve had a lovely chilled out day today. I didn’t get out of bed until mid morning, and slept straight through, so I figured I needed it. When I finally dragged myself out of bed, I started looking at the 10k plan, where I am meant to be on Week 5, and I am meant to have increased my mileage, week on week, at a steady pace. With the wedding and all, I grossly overestimated how busy (and tired) I would be, and it is safe to say that I am quite a few weeks behind. Having already completed Week 4 in a previous attempt (before the summer hit), I thought the scheduled 4.5 miles of Week 5 might be doable.
It turned out to be a bittersweet run. I was really pleased with myself, I managed to keep on the motion of running for approximately 2.8 miles. That is substantially further than I have run continuously for some time. That was a win, a real confidence boost. In addition, when I first started running, I’d lurk on the Runners World forum for beginners, and the more experienced runners would say that you’d feel better after the first 10 minutes, or the first mile. I never believed it before, but today, after probably 13 minutes (that’s just under a mile for me), I felt myself settle into a rhythm. The rhythm isn’t exactly mirrored by the Garmin download, but that will come in time I guess.
The need to stop didn’t really materialise. Well, that was until I was forced to stop. As I got to a set of traffic lights, I wasn’t quite quick enough to catch the green man, so I had to wait my turn. I’d stopped. I tried to restart, quite unsuccessfully. I just couldn’t find my “spot” again. It had stopped feeling ok. My foot had started to hurt, and a little further along, I had a really sore chest pain that felt like stitch, but was too high to have been stitch. That was at 3.2 miles. I am annoyed that I didn’t make it to at least 4 miles, but with my reasonable head on, I acknowledge that I haven’t run properly for a long time, 4 miles is a long distance for me, I’m also a stone heavier than some of my more recent performances and I have a disgusting cold at the moment. My sore foot owed to a blister from rubbishy Marks and Spencers sports socks. I’ll need to find my Nikes again for my next run.
Anyway, the point of this post is that it occurred to me, as I was struggling to get going after the traffic lights, that it is much easier to just keep going. I’ve spent a period of time this year building a very small platform of basic fitness, which has allowed me to run nearly three miles without stopping, to the point where it was easier to keep going than to stop. If I hadn’t been forced to stop at the lights, I like to think that I would have achieved 4 miles.
I expanded that thought further – each time I stop running, I find it harder to start again. I find it hard to write about restarting on here. With my diet, it is so much easier to keep on the wagon than fall off, dust myself off and sort myself out. I’m quite sure it can’t be doing my body any good, and it certainly isn’t good for me mentally.
I need to keep going. The alternative is too hard.
I need to remember this.