I’m Done With Fat

Day 19

Thursday I did my Week 6 Day 2 run which consisted of two 10 minute runs.  Both felt really good but my pace was nothing too impressive and I assume that must come with time.  People must be recognizing me on the trail more and more, because now they are waving at me and talking with me, instead of just avoiding the fat blob bouncing slowly down the trail, trying to avoid me like the plague.

Day 20

This weekend I took a trip to visit my parents so I did my Week 6 day 3 run in a new place.  I am used to running surrounded by trees a shade, my new place of enjoyment only had a handful of trees littered down the street and even less shade.  My goal for this day was 25 minutes, and so I began.

I grew up in this neighborhood and knew it well from the endless bike trips I took from one place to another.  From what I remember it was a pretty big area.  What I came to find out was that it wasn’t as big as I remember.  I felt good my whole run and felt like I could go longer when it was quitting time.  I got my pace down to 13.39 which is best pace yet so I have to be improving in speed.

Day 21

Today was my first day of week 7 and I think I found out my thought process as I start running. It consists of:
‘Why the hell am I doing this again?’
‘Oh good now the pain is starting’
‘You’re not going to be able to finish today’
‘Just Quit’
‘No, I am not going to quit this time, I can do this’
‘Damn, only been running for two minutes’
‘No, stop looking at the watch,

At this point I just convince myself that I need to finish and that I deserve to finish for myself and myself only. If I quit, I will look back at this point in a year, just like I have done every year for the past 5 years, and be disappointed, again, in myself.   Not today, not this time.

Three day weekend.  I was pumped.  My first run/jog/walk/crawl for charity was coming up.  The Human Race 10k sponsored by Nike.  I choose to run for the Livestrong Foundation.  I was coming into it having done my first 20 minute run ever on Friday.

So Sunday came around, the day of the race.  I didn’t do my normal 5 minute warm up walk.  So I started running, not my normal slow ass jog that I normally do but a faster sort of run.  A real run.  Well my mistake.  I had to do 6.2 miles that day, I should have never of started off that quick.

I was hurting and out of breath by the 1/2 mile mark. So I slowed it down started walking again.  On and off again I tried to move my fat butt into gear and start running, each time I believe it was faster than I was normal to because I started to hurt a lot more than normal.  So I decided to walk the rest of the path.

I finished the first mile and a half by walking.  I was getting discouraged at this point because before I could run for 20 minutes, now I could barley run for 2 minutes.  I told myself at the 1 and a half mile mark I would try to jog again, at my slow ass grandmas pace.  I made the turn and started doing my pace, snail pace.

After I passed the mile mark I was feeling proud of myself again.  I was not tired or at anyway hurting at this point, although a couple of turtles chased some rabbits around the woods beside me.

At the mile and a half point I was still feeling great. So I kept going.  I made it to the mile and a half mark before I decided I needed to slow it down and start walking again.  Good thing because my back started hurting again a little bit down the road.  I decided to walk the rest of the way.

When I got home my feet hurt worse then they ever have before and I think I pulled something in my hip.  I am not ready for the big races yet lol.  Ill keep my fat ass to this Couch to 5k Program for the full 9 weeks.  I don’t want to risk another injury.