Late this afternoon I completed run 6. This means on Sunday I start a new week. I don’t know how far I will be running because I don’t like to look until the day, that way I can’t stress out about it. I’m thinking it will be 2 minute runs. Currently doing 90 seconds and, can I just say, I never knew 90 seconds to take such a long time to pass!!
I don’t really like this running business much, but I definitely do love the feeling after I’m finished. I find that the whole way through the 30 minutes I am fighting a mental war with myself. It goes a bit like this:
“My legs hurt, I might just walk today.”
“No I have to run, I can’t come back and blog that I quit.”
“This run is killing me, I don’t think I can do 5 more of these. I’ll stop half way.”
“Ok I’ve done 2 runs, next one is half way, I think I can make it.”
“Oh my calves are burning and I think I’m getting a stomach ache. I don’t think I can keep going. Hurry up and say walk again, please.”
“I think I can go another run, my stomach doesn’t hurt any more.”
“OMG when is he going to say walk again, my legs are going to fall off. Why am I doing this to myself? It’s too hard.”
“Ok, I’ve only got two more runs to go, this is great. I can make it. Woo hoo.”
“Why do my calves burn so much? Does this happen to others people? Maybe it is because I am so old? How am I going to run for 30 minutes? It will never happen. For Christ sake tell me to stop running, I need to walk NOW.”
“Yes, almost there, I’ve go one more run to do. I can do it. I’ll walk this way so when I start running it will be all downhill which will make it a bit easier. My legs are dying.”
“Crap, that 2 minute walk went too fast, my legs are not wanting to move. I’m glad it’s dark because I’m shuffling along like Cliff Young and I don’t want anyone to see me. Oh crap, where is the dog? It’s dark and can’t see him. I’ll have to keep running and find him when I’m done. Far out this hurts, please say stop, I am dying here.”
“Thank goodness I am finished. Woo hoo I did it. I’m becoming a runner. Where the hell is the dog? Sammy where are you?? Let’s go home. Come on, I can’t walk any further to find you. There you are, come on get up, I can’t carry you to the car, my legs can barely carry me!”
At least the last two runs have been toilet free. I seem to have worked out a routine (for now).
Will there ever be a time I don’t wage this mental war with myself or is this, like the toilet stuff, just a part of the running process?