Time: 28.32 (run)
Mileage: 2 (14:16 min/mile)
Time: 25:01walk
Mileage: 1.1 (22:45 min/mile)
Calories: 720
Max HR 188
Avg HR 168
In Zone 7:28
Like I thought...I can run/walk 3.1 miles faster than I can run 3 miles. Oh well.
Today's run started out bad. D and I got up at 5:45 and were out the door by 6. We went to the track. The Boot Camp people were there already laid out on the track. I didn't even stop the car...we turned around and went to the gym. We started. Apparently D forgot how to run on a dreadmill, and walked for a long part of it. I tried not to pay attention after he fell off for like the 8th time. If I had actually enjoyed my run, I might have thought his lack of ability was funny.
Anyway, I walked .2 miles and started running. I ran a mile and felt awful. My lungs felt fine, but my butt/legs couldn't go, so I had to walk after a mile. I really wanted to go home. I walked .1 and started running again. I ran .5 and walked another .1. During this time the hills started and I kept taking the dread down to 0 incline. I restarted the run and got through it, and walked the other .6 I had left. When I was done, I thought I was going to pass out. I had my Gatorade and then we went home.
I got to work, and of course was late, like I always am, hence I'm still here now. Anyway, after my 1.5 hour meeting, I emailed running bud A, and friend V who are both doing the Run Like Hell with me, and told them I'm beginning to freak out that I can't do this. They both assured me I could. I just don't want to be DFL, you know. And I'm sure it is a smaller race. I mean I can be 3rd to last, I can be 2nd to last. But DFL... So I have that in my head. Also I have the whole thing in my head that you only compete against yourself. Well I'm about 8-9 minutes off my 5K race time. So how am I supposed to compete with that.
So that's what I thought about while running. And about the stupid Boot Camp. D asked me once if I wanted to do it. I think it runs around $500 for 6 weeks. I said no. He asked why (besides the obvious...cost). I said because I didn't want to have to go pay $500 for the "joy" of going through grade school and being the last one to come in for the mile run, the lunge relay, the situps, etc.
Let's see...what else to I have to be negative nancy about. Well, I put my prom picture on facebook. For the past 10 years, I cannot remember my date's name (obviously the phrase "Off like a Prom Dress" was not used for that date). So I was hoping one of my friends knew, but no. D looked at the picture and said he liked the dress. I looked at it and said I looked fat. He covered up my head and told me to look at it, and I looked normal. My mother had insisted that the dress was all wrong for me, and it accentuated my fatness. Note, she said I was fat, not that I looked fat or the dress did nothing for me. This was from the mouth of a WeWa leader. Perhaps this is why I have food issues. Perhaps this is why I haven't spoken to the bitch in 15 years. Oh and I weighed 90 pounds less than I do now.
So, in conclusion...my run sucked, I hate Boot Camp, I'm still running the RLK 5K (thank God those 2 signed up with me or I would be backing out), and 90#s less ago, I was fat.
So.................... why am I sitting here with a smile on my face. I don't know. The running must be affecting my brain...that or the Prozac.
:)
Like I thought...I can run/walk 3.1 miles faster than I can run 3 miles. Oh well.
Today's run started out bad. D and I got up at 5:45 and were out the door by 6. We went to the track. The Boot Camp people were there already laid out on the track. I didn't even stop the car...we turned around and went to the gym. We started. Apparently D forgot how to run on a dreadmill, and walked for a long part of it. I tried not to pay attention after he fell off for like the 8th time. If I had actually enjoyed my run, I might have thought his lack of ability was funny.
Anyway, I walked .2 miles and started running. I ran a mile and felt awful. My lungs felt fine, but my butt/legs couldn't go, so I had to walk after a mile. I really wanted to go home. I walked .1 and started running again. I ran .5 and walked another .1. During this time the hills started and I kept taking the dread down to 0 incline. I restarted the run and got through it, and walked the other .6 I had left. When I was done, I thought I was going to pass out. I had my Gatorade and then we went home.
I got to work, and of course was late, like I always am, hence I'm still here now. Anyway, after my 1.5 hour meeting, I emailed running bud A, and friend V who are both doing the Run Like Hell with me, and told them I'm beginning to freak out that I can't do this. They both assured me I could. I just don't want to be DFL, you know. And I'm sure it is a smaller race. I mean I can be 3rd to last, I can be 2nd to last. But DFL... So I have that in my head. Also I have the whole thing in my head that you only compete against yourself. Well I'm about 8-9 minutes off my 5K race time. So how am I supposed to compete with that.
So that's what I thought about while running. And about the stupid Boot Camp. D asked me once if I wanted to do it. I think it runs around $500 for 6 weeks. I said no. He asked why (besides the obvious...cost). I said because I didn't want to have to go pay $500 for the "joy" of going through grade school and being the last one to come in for the mile run, the lunge relay, the situps, etc.
Let's see...what else to I have to be negative nancy about. Well, I put my prom picture on facebook. For the past 10 years, I cannot remember my date's name (obviously the phrase "Off like a Prom Dress" was not used for that date). So I was hoping one of my friends knew, but no. D looked at the picture and said he liked the dress. I looked at it and said I looked fat. He covered up my head and told me to look at it, and I looked normal. My mother had insisted that the dress was all wrong for me, and it accentuated my fatness. Note, she said I was fat, not that I looked fat or the dress did nothing for me. This was from the mouth of a WeWa leader. Perhaps this is why I have food issues. Perhaps this is why I haven't spoken to the bitch in 15 years. Oh and I weighed 90 pounds less than I do now.
So, in conclusion...my run sucked, I hate Boot Camp, I'm still running the RLK 5K (thank God those 2 signed up with me or I would be backing out), and 90#s less ago, I was fat.
So.................... why am I sitting here with a smile on my face. I don't know. The running must be affecting my brain...that or the Prozac.
:)
1 comment:
Awww Al I know you would not want sympathy just know I empathize with you completely. I would say it is a little of the run and prozac. Hey and you know you have my empathy fo sho on the DFL. SFW(so f## what) it happens just do it and trip a skinny biatch if it looking shaky.
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