Earlier last week, my mom approached me with the idea of participating in a 5K over the weekend. I wasn’t too enthused about it, but I figured, “Why not?” The worst that could happen was a horrible finishing time. I haven’t really been running (or exercising, for that matter) since my mom’s accident. I’ve been a busy little bee between school, work, and cleaning this place. (It still amazes me how messy our tiny apartment can get in a matter of hours. And I want to marry the person who invented the dishwasher.)
Anyway, I ended up trying to run on Tuesday but it was a pretty awful attempt. I made it half a mile before my calves began screaming at me to STOP, STOP, STOP! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, STOP RUNNING! I wasn’t expecting much this time. I was just hoping to be able to do my usual run a mile, walk a mile, run a mile.
Well, that didn’t happen. First of all, I never saw a Mile 1 marker. Second of all, this was the hilliest course I have ever run on. The places I’ve been running on have been pretty even with a few slight inclines now and then, but nothing like this. And just when you thought you had climbed the mountain, there looms another hill. Hills are not my friend.
When I saw the Mile 2 marker when I figured I was almost finished, I knew I had no chance of beating my time in April. (I hesitate to say PR because I haven’t yet ran a 5K in a time I’m proud of. This probably isn’t the best way to look at things, but whatever.) I was just hoping to be a little close to my time.
I ended up walking most of the race, which I’m not happy about. But I also told myself that I haven’t been exercising or eating properly for the past month. I’m not in the shape I was even a month ago. And I need to stop taking these long breaks from running. I look back on my post in April, and cringe at how hopeful I sounded to be able to run a 5K by now. I’m disappointed in myself. For once, I want to stick to an exercise plan. I should be able to run a 5K by now, but I’m still struggling to even hit half a mile.
My official time was 46:40, which gives me a 15:20 pace which I guess isn’t so bad since I walked most of it. I just know I can do better.
My plan is to sign up for a race every month. At this point, I think I’m going to stick with 5K’s until I feel comfortable running 3 miles. I think it will keep me honest about training for them, if I know I have one coming up in just a few short weeks. And who knows? Maybe I’ll come in under 40 minutes. That’s a time I could call a PR.