Day 5: 5-minute walk. Then 60 seconds jogging + 90 seconds walking, repeat. Total workout time = 20 minutes.
I wasn't really worried about this run since Wednesday's was so easy compared to Monday's. However, it was hot and humid so I was dragging my butt the whole way through the run.
About 17 minutes into it I was feeling a little better, and then I realized that the new route I'd taken was going to take me back to my house way too soon. So I decided to add a loop and run up the 18th street hill. If you're familiar with where I live, the 18th street hill is just as bad as my own hill.. only it's longer. If you're not familiar with this hill, it's pretty dang steep and then it tapers off into being not so steep but long. So I start running up the hill and it feels really good to be running up the hill like that. You just feel like you're really accomplishing something. So I got over the worst of the hill and I 'm still running. Yes! Then I go a little farther.. still running. Yes! Then I look up and realize that the worst of the hill is over, but I still have a good chunk left to run. I keep running. Yes! Then I look up again. The end is still really far away. I keep running.. 5 more steps.. and then.. I stop running. Crap. I walked the rest of the way up the hill, but despite my defeat, it still felt good. The hill will be defeated.
Next week I up my running time. I'm a little nervous partly because I'll be running longer and partly because I'm going to have to go run before marching band in the morning at 8am. This means I'll actually have to be on a time schedule or something ridiculous like that. I'm going to miss summer.
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Day 4
Day 4: Day of Rest
I was going to go lift today, but I totally didn't. I admit it. I am lame. That's about it for today. Tomorrow I will run again.
I was going to go lift today, but I totally didn't. I admit it. I am lame. That's about it for today. Tomorrow I will run again.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Day 3
Day 3: 5-minute walk. Then 60 seconds jogging + 90 seconds walking, repeat. Total workout time = 20 minutes.
Today's run felt like a casual walk compared to what I did on Monday. Not only did I actually run 20 minutes instead of 30+ minutes, but I paced myself better. Plus, it started to rain just as I reached my house, so it was pretty well-timed too!
While I was running, I encountered another runner on the trail for the first time. He blazed past me and I felt a little ridiculous. Here I am walking (at the time) with my big digital watch on my wrist, my huge video iPod strapped to my arm and my bright, sparkling new running shoes. I'm such a poser.
Today's run felt like a casual walk compared to what I did on Monday. Not only did I actually run 20 minutes instead of 30+ minutes, but I paced myself better. Plus, it started to rain just as I reached my house, so it was pretty well-timed too!
While I was running, I encountered another runner on the trail for the first time. He blazed past me and I felt a little ridiculous. Here I am walking (at the time) with my big digital watch on my wrist, my huge video iPod strapped to my arm and my bright, sparkling new running shoes. I'm such a poser.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Day 2
Day 2: Day of rest
First off, thanks for all the comments and notes of encouragement! I hope you continue to read my posts!
I never realized the power of the Facebook status. Yesterday I changed my status on Facebook to "Kira started running today," and I got so many comments from people you'd think it was my birthday. (I even got a 'wtf' from Lanta) So it wasn't surprising when my teammates at volleyball tonight were all commenting on how I'm a "runner" now. So when the ball would fly out of the court they would say, "Hey! Go get the ball, runner!" Runner? I mean the word was dripping with sarcasm, but still...runner? Let's be clear. I am not a runner. I am a non-runner who is trying to run. A non-runner runner if you will.
In the meantime.. I'm getting psyched up for tomorrow's run! I got a lot of advice, and hopefully I'll be able to take advantage of some of it! Stay tuned...
Peace
kc
First off, thanks for all the comments and notes of encouragement! I hope you continue to read my posts!
I never realized the power of the Facebook status. Yesterday I changed my status on Facebook to "Kira started running today," and I got so many comments from people you'd think it was my birthday. (I even got a 'wtf' from Lanta) So it wasn't surprising when my teammates at volleyball tonight were all commenting on how I'm a "runner" now. So when the ball would fly out of the court they would say, "Hey! Go get the ball, runner!" Runner? I mean the word was dripping with sarcasm, but still...runner? Let's be clear. I am not a runner. I am a non-runner who is trying to run. A non-runner runner if you will.
In the meantime.. I'm getting psyched up for tomorrow's run! I got a lot of advice, and hopefully I'll be able to take advantage of some of it! Stay tuned...
Peace
kc
Monday, July 21, 2008
Day 1
Day 1: 5-minute walk. Then 60 seconds jogging + 90 seconds walking, repeat. Total workout time = 20 minutes.
Today was my first day of running, and I was pretty pumped to get going. I have a goal and a plan, so all I have to do now is run.
Oh yeah.. that's right. I'm supposed to run. Crap.
It was about 2:00 in the afternoon when I actually went on my run. I wasn't really nervous about it because the first week of workouts don't seem that bad. I do 20 minutes on the elliptical all the time. My thought before I left was that this will suck, but 20 minutes of running won't be that bad.
I started the run feeling great; deep down I know I am a running stud. In retrospect, I think I was feeling too great because I was really pushing myself. To complete the 20-minute run, I decided I would jog/walk away from my house for 10 minutes and then turn around and head back. 20 minutes later (and still running) I've got a side ache, I'm huffing and puffing like the Big Bad Wolf and I am a few steps away from passing out. This totally sucks.
After a total of 30 minutes on my 20-minute run, I arrive at my house. Yeah.. I am a running stud.
Today was my first day of running, and I was pretty pumped to get going. I have a goal and a plan, so all I have to do now is run.
Oh yeah.. that's right. I'm supposed to run. Crap.
It was about 2:00 in the afternoon when I actually went on my run. I wasn't really nervous about it because the first week of workouts don't seem that bad. I do 20 minutes on the elliptical all the time. My thought before I left was that this will suck, but 20 minutes of running won't be that bad.
I started the run feeling great; deep down I know I am a running stud. In retrospect, I think I was feeling too great because I was really pushing myself. To complete the 20-minute run, I decided I would jog/walk away from my house for 10 minutes and then turn around and head back. 20 minutes later (and still running) I've got a side ache, I'm huffing and puffing like the Big Bad Wolf and I am a few steps away from passing out. This totally sucks.
After a total of 30 minutes on my 20-minute run, I arrive at my house. Yeah.. I am a running stud.
So it begins...
First, let me say thanks. Thanks for reading my blog. Knowing that there are people out there checking up on me will hopefully keep me on track!
Here's the deal. I'm tired of not feeling comfortable in my own body. I'm sick of how that makes me feel, and I'm tired of thinking about it all the time-because I do. It is a symptom of the culture we live in that women are prone to be self-conscious of their bodies. Don't get me wrong, I consider myself a confident young women, but it is nearly impossible to escape the critical voice in your head (be it your own or someone else's) that scrutinizes every inch of your body. For those of you out there who don't hear that voice, you are a truly blessed and unique portion of the female population. As for the rest of us, I think the best way to mute the critical voice in our heads is to actively do something about it. So here I am at the beginning of a painful journey that will hopefully prove my theory correct: that an active lifestyle that stays active will quiet the jeers of that mean little voice in your head.
kc
Here's the deal. I'm tired of not feeling comfortable in my own body. I'm sick of how that makes me feel, and I'm tired of thinking about it all the time-because I do. It is a symptom of the culture we live in that women are prone to be self-conscious of their bodies. Don't get me wrong, I consider myself a confident young women, but it is nearly impossible to escape the critical voice in your head (be it your own or someone else's) that scrutinizes every inch of your body. For those of you out there who don't hear that voice, you are a truly blessed and unique portion of the female population. As for the rest of us, I think the best way to mute the critical voice in our heads is to actively do something about it. So here I am at the beginning of a painful journey that will hopefully prove my theory correct: that an active lifestyle that stays active will quiet the jeers of that mean little voice in your head.
kc
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