Well, there it is. In plain letters. I ran week 5, day 3 on friday. 20 minutes of running, straight.
You know what? The last two times i’ve been running, it’s been almost… fun. Not fun… maybe more like… nice. enjoyable. I don’t know how to explain it, but EASY would be coming close it’s just I don’t want to jinx myself into a hard workout by saying that. I enjoyed pushing myself from song to song to song, occupying my mind with whatever-the-hell I occupied it with. My memory is short. I don’t even think I blinked until I had already run for 16 minutes and by that time, I only had 4 more left to go. Crazy.
It was so nice to not feel like I was struggling through the entire thing, not wanting to do any of it, not wanting to be there. I was flippin’ PRESENT, man. I was totally AWARE of what I was doing and I was going for it – all the way.
You know what I did when I saw that I had run for 16 minutes? I increased my pace. I knew I could do it. 5 miles/hr to 17 minutes, 5.5 to 18, 6 to 19 and 6.5 to 20. And then? I walked for 2 minutes and ran another 3 minutes on top of it all. Because I knew I could. Because i’m ‘da freakin’ BOMB!!!
So. Another run for tonight and depending on how i’m feeling (right hip hurts a little. I sit too long at work) I might try going for an 11 minute mile during the 5 minute run intervals. The first one, anyways.