I can not express how proud I am of myself right now. Last night was Sunday and I had to work at Olive for 6 hours on my feet stand, greeting and plastering a smile on my face. I had only eaten breakfast and had a tall skinny vanilla latte from Starbucks.
I was determined to workout before I went to work, but after waking up to late and then eating pancakes Jeremy made me, I just couldn't do it. I didn't want to up-chuck my breakfast. So instead I go ready and headed to work. With a side stop at Starbucks.
I had a hard time fighting the tiredness I felt after waking up at 6 am from Jackson, my moms dogs, barking and wining till someone took him out. After doing this I was awake. I went back to sleep but it really didn't do me any good.
So work ends around 4:30pm and I go home hungry. I eat Roman noodles for Lunch/Dinner and I'm exhausted I probably could have gone to sleep then, but instead I head to Walmart with Jeremy for some small items.
Getting home I have already talked myself out of working out. I give Jeremy a haircut and my eyes are heavy ridden, I'm about to wash my face to go to sleep. I stop... I look in the mirror and think.. If I wash my face now I'll have to wash it again once I shower (presuming at this point I am still fighting with whether or not I'm going to workout) I stop. I put the face wash back in the shower. I walk, with determination and with stride, into the bedroom from the bathroom, change into my workout cloths, lace up my shoes (the hardest part sometimes) and go into the Florida room (aka workout room with the treadmill). I bring the dogs in there with me to do my workout, they usually lay about while I workout otherwise they will stare at me through the sliding glass doors (we bought the house with the outside porch renovated into another room) as I walk in there is what looks like either a dirt diver, or a wasp flying around.. I try and be noshelont about it and say screw it.. I'm going to workout anyways- but then I start to think what if it is a wasp? I'm so scared to death of them, and of getting stung again, that if I see one I usually have this like panic attack. So I go to Jeremy and start winning (yes I will admit it) asking him to kill it for me.. he tells me to "suck it up" and get the flyswatter and do it myself. I'm scared.. so I grab it.. stand behind the glass and watch its movements.. finally it lands on my water glass and stays about. I slowly slide open the glass doors and WACK the glass with all my might. It falls to the ground and starts to "shake" or whatever and I SMACK it again! Ahh.. I have killed it.. now I have no more excuses I have to work out.
I get on the treadmill to start my Week 5 Day 2 workout with Couch to 5k. After my first 5 min run at 5mph I could feel my eyes closing on me. I was so tired.. so I turned off the workout and decided to walk the rest at 3.8 mph (15.5 min/mile) but THAT was making my legs hurt.. I couldn't figure it out, I was tired, all my muscles were hurting and I couldn't even walk at a pace I could the day before. It almost made me want to give up. But no.. I was already on the treadmill, I was not going to settle for 100-200 something calories burned. Since getting my HRM and seeing my 355 calories burned I do NOT like to let it drop below that, so I pushed on. At first it was to reach at least 300 calories, I made myself stick to walking at 3.8 mph (after dropping it to 3.0 and then back up) but I was going to stick to it! at about 18 mins into my workout the 3.8 started to feel like a fast walk, but a slow run so I started to jog. I thought I would do it for 30 sec-1 or 2 mins like I normally do when I jog at that pace, thinking (at this point) that 5mph is my only pace. But I continue to jog, at about 5mins of this pace I think- Ive gone 7 mins before I can do that at least. So I do.. its about at 25 mins into my workout and I usually stop at 30 mins and I think.. I'm not tired, I want to see if I can do 10 mins straight (12 or so from beginning run-end) so I shoot for 30 mins until I will allow myself to stop and walk. Once I get to 30 I'm ecstatic.. I feel GREAT I KNOW I have run for over 10 mins straight I was worried about running 8 earlier! I look at my distance bc I planned for this workout to be my distance increase workout (only getting to 2 miles at 30 mins before) I decide for 2.5 at LEAST. When I started running at 18 mins I was a little over my first mile. When I looked down and saw that I had run a half a mile, almost a mile.. about 11 mins into my run I decide to keep going. Next time I look down~ I have run a full mile and had been running for 15 MINS~~~ YES My first 15 min run without me thinking I was going to DIE~ I wasn't breathing hard, my legs felt great! So I had run 1 mile straight and I felt on top of the world, AND I had done 15 mins straight without thinking I was going to DIE! So i think.. I still need to do another half mile.. I might as well run it. By the time I got to 1.5 miles running I had run for 20 mins. THIS was everything to me! I could have kept going, and I should have to see how far I could have gone, but after a little over 2.5 miles I drop my speed to 3.0mph and walk. my Legs felt like they were still going fast and it was hard to control them and slow them down it was such an odd feeling, but so great too! I finally felt that runners high you get.. its not just internally like I always thought, no, its in your legs when they feel like they can go for miles more.. and your body, instead of being tired, wakes up and you have more energy than you have had for week! Its everything that makes you happy..
At this point I wsa 45 mins into my workout and almost to 3 miles. I had already accomplished what I set out to do, .5 more miles AND made a new accomplishment for running that long. So I decide to shoot for 60 min workout. I ended up running for another 8 mins somewhere and walked the rest but it was fantastic!!
Total time: 1 HR 6 sec
Total time running at once: 20 mins
Total calories burned: 715
Strength: 3 (at one time!! ) lol
Weakness: 0
Mood: ♥
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