Wednesday, 1 October 2014
That spot, right there, is where I finished my first proper 5k about 30 minutes ago. I'll be honest, I've had a bit of a mental block about it. I finished the Couch to 5k training over a week ago and discovered that although I'd been running the times the app gives you, I wasn't covering the distance because I'm what's known in elite athletic circles as A Very Slow Runner. I wasn't far off but I hadn't done the five. I was excited to do it two days after I finished C25k but then, for some reason I don't remember, I couldn't run that day. And doubt set it. Then Evie wanted to run with me after being picked for her class cross country team and she can't run too far yet so I had another excuse. A week passed with me doing only two very short runs. I felt rubbish. My body wanted to run, my spirit wanted to run but my mind was sabotaging it. In the end my mind had to resort to old tricks to 'sedate' the other parts of me and I drank too much coffee (it saps my energy and makes me drowsy...what can I tell you) and yesterday ate some sweets. Classic.
But nowadays I don't cave so easily. I don't beat myself up for these bumps in the road. I know they can't stop me. They don't matter. I got ready to run this morning and told myself it was fine to do whatever I wanted. Five minutes or forty five. Whatever. Dooley was hyperexcited so he came too and we set out. I thought we'd make maybe 3k after a week of inactivity and some bad fuelling. We did get to 3k. Then we got to 4k just as we completed the circuit back to the garden gate and suddenly I thought,'Do I want to think of today as the day I did 4k which isn't bad and is 4/5ths of 5k? Or do I want to think of it as The Day I Ran 5K?'. No brainer. Literally. I ignored the brain and let the body and spirit choose. We kept going and we did 5k. And it was bloody awesome.