Well, it was another one of those times where I waited until the last possible minute to squeeze in my 5k for the week. Hopefully I’ll be able to take care of these procrastion issues, and not have scares like this in the future. (Note: I did the one for my next week the next day…guess that issue is resolved)
Wasn’t feeling particularly good or bad about this one. I know I had pushed myself and ran a bit in the last one, but this time around, it was more of an issue of survival than it was trying to push myself for a faster time. Maybe it’s because my previous time was just that good…and I knew I’d really have to push myself to be in that same ballpark, or who knows….but my time this week was terrible. No running, no jogging, just plain surviving in mile 1. My time last week was an astonishing 15:05, and today it was a 16:50. Ouch, one of my worst first miles. Nothing improved after that either. In fact, my second mile was slower than my first at 17:35.
I did get a bit of random encouragement that really made me smile. I was passing the Pick and Save on Miller Parkway and this older gentleman must have seen me huffing and puffing a little too hard, but as I passed him, he told me to keep up the good work, I was doing fine. It’s weird random things like that which totally put things in perspective for me. If I thought THAT put something into perspective for me, what I was about to come across probably should have knocked my socks off!
I hit the corner at mile marker 3 and I was already at 51:40. More than 2 minutes slower than my personal best, and I still had a couple blocks to go. And then, in a moment of total clarity, I looked at my next intersection and there it was: The funeral procession. I thought to myself, “Man, this is gonna add some time.” But instead of getting down in the dumps, as I watched the 40 or so cars pass by me, and between glances at my watch I really started to think of something….
This is the exact reason that I’m doing these walks. It’s not for any sort of…personal glory or land/speed records…its so that my closest friends and family don’t have to attend my funeral for a long long LONG time. When I started doing these walks, I had no idea how much weight I could lose just by doing this walk once a week. Here I am a couple months later, and I’m down 20 pounds from where I started. I’m nearing the 50 pound mark from where I started a mere 6 months ago. What a milestone! Who knows, 50 pounds over the winter months, there’s no good reason I can’t do that and more over the summer months! And I already feel so much better about things. I’m not nearly as tired as much, I have more energy for other things, and it’s fun to walk into Target and pick up two 20 pound dumbells and realize this is what I used to carry around with me at all times. Not to mention, none of my clothes fit.
Mile 1: 16:50
Mile 2: 17:35
Mile 3: 17:15
My third slowest time of the 12 I had done altogether. But it’ll get better.