In grade school, junior high, and high school the meanie-faces in the PE department made us do an annual 10 minute mile.
I always made it about two laps, and spent the rest of the time in a panic, side-stitched, leaning against any available flat surface and wondering why in the name of GOD any self-respecting adult would force a young person to endure such agony.
It should be noted I was still 30+ pounds overweight and totally inactive in those days.
A week ago, I started the C25K program and wondered if maybe it was a bit too easy for me. Maybe, just maybe, I could do more.
So, on random non-C25K days I would run a little on the treadmill. I consistently could make a .25 mile run in 3:50min before my mind would rebel and I'd have to stop.
Tonight, I pushed myself...just to see how long I could go before my body resisted. I made it to my usual 3:50 and past to 5:00. By that point, I couldn't possibly just stop at 6 or 7 or 8 or even 9. (I am a bit obsessive about things being counted by 5's.)
I made it. It wasn't a ten minute MILE (tread counted me at .79)...but it was ten minutes of running, with no stops or breaks! And even then, it was more my lungs that were giving our than my muscles. Now, of course, my I am hacking and coughing and my legs are rather sore. But it was still exhilarating!
I instantly wanted to come and share it with all of you! <3
Hooray! Thank you for being a supporting, interesting, and encouraging group.
P.S: Can I do this ten-minute push often? Or should I keep it sparse, a once a week endeavor?