I was so amped up for tonight’s 9 x 5:1’s and I completely ate it. Starting out I was doing okay and then I basically became a six year old being put to bed. I was too hot, I had to go to the bathroom, I had heartburn, my socks were to thick. I tried so hard to get in the zone but I just kept getting knocked out. So much going on in my head. We were heading into our 3rd 5 minute interval and my left foot and leg became led. I couldn’t run anymore. All I could think about was this is where I give up. I have always been that girl that gets super stoked for something then just gives up. Then I decided no. That’s not how I’m gonna go down. I stopped. Took my socks off, put my bare feet back in my running shoes and started my run again. It was significantly better than what it was and I was able to get a decent pace (for me) to keep on moving. At this time, I am last of our foursome. Serious distance behind. I saw Judy in the distance and she was getting closer and closer to me. I wasn’t catching up. She was coming back for me. She was coming back for me. Yes, I meant to write that twice. She wasn’t going to let me give up. We started pacing together and my confidence was coming back and I was finally moving into a meditative state. I didn’t want to finish feeling so discouraged with my walk times so Judy and I decided we weren’t going to listen to our interval timer anymore and we were going to run from Lower Water Street at Marginal road to the Delta Barrington with no walks. We did it.
When it was all said and done we ended up doing 7km in about an hour after working a full day of work. Not to bad for a girl that couldn’t run 10 seconds 5 weeks ago.
Today, I didn’t give up. We didn’t give up.