I am not very fast, but I have gone for a run every night (except once) for the past couple of weeks. It’s kind of annoying, but I have such a competitive spirit that I always want to one up myself. This will only be a good thing until I can’t get any faster. haha Until tonight, I didn’t own a stopwatch and although my phone has one, it is so old school that I have to leave it flipped open to use it and if I accidentally press anything or let it shut it stops timing. Cabz asked me why I timed myself and I told him it’s the only fun part about running. I like to beat myself and get faster.
Last night I ran my first mile under 9 minutes (8:57) and tonight was exciting because I topped that with a mile in 8:34! I know it sounds pretty slow and I definitely used to be able to bust out a faster mile, but it’s progress and wears me out at the moment! On the last stretch, I knew I had to really move it to get a better time and I focused everything I had left and forced myself to “sprint” (it felt like it, but probably didn’t look much like it – ha!!) the rest of the way home.
I told Cabz I always feel bad when people say, “Hi” to me as I pass by. I try really hard to smile pleasantly (no way can I respond verbally – I’m just trying not to pass out, guys!!), but I am sure it probably looks more like I’m snarling. I pretty much pant breathe the entire time. I’m not sure if that’s a thing, but picture someone gasping for air after being underwater for a few minutes, add in a bunch of sweat, a beat red face, flailing limbs, and that’s a pretty accurate picture of me while running.
Oh, and good news. Our scale isn’t broken! The numbers actually can change! Flabs, you’re not here to stay. I’m determined.