Couch to 5k

 

Week 1, Day 2
Week 1, Day 2

So, I guess this running thing isn’t a fluke! After not running for 13+ mo, I have now ran three times in less than 10 days.

It feels great to be back.

I’m taking things slow with C25K and spacing out workouts as to not overwhelm my ankle. The last thing I want to do is re-injure it!

I headed to the gym because I can’t handle this heat, especially since I don’t have much lung capacity right now in the running game (with asthma). Today was Week 1, Day 2:

  • Walk 5 min (All walking at 3.0-3.3mph)
  • Run 1 min, Walk 90 sec x8 (increased speed each interval… starting at 4.2mph and ending at 5.0mph!)
  • Walk 5 min

SQUEEEE YOU GUYS!

I’ll be posting a photo with C25K deets on Instagram and my Facebook page… so make sure you’re following me there!

Oh, and one of these days I’ll finally blog about gaining back all the weight I lost. I’m not ready to totally own up to that right now, so I’m just going to pretend like it never happened.

 

I ran.

photo (6)So…last night I ran. I ran for the first time in nearly 14 months. I wasn’t planning to run. It just happened.

I ran.

I am camping with my family and just before dinner last night I decided to walk down to the bathroom.

I ran.

After a few steps, I felt magic in my legs. My quads were loose and stretched. I felt my muscles come to life. They yearned to run. I figured, what the heck? Might as well try running the couple hundred feet to the bathrooms.

I ran.

When I got to the bathroom moments later, I felt my legs had come to life. I quickly took care of business and decided I would take the long way back to my campsite.

I ran.

Muscle memory kicked in. One foot in front of the other. I felt alive.

I ran.

My lungs burned. But I kept going, with a ridiculous smile on my face.

I ran.

I was determined not to stop to catch my breath. I refused to walk.

I ran.

It wasn’t far. It wasn’t fast. But that didn’t matter.

I ran.

Baby Steps

I can begin walking today. The rules: nothing more than a half mile or so. SLOWLY. Must be flat. Short strides.

Today after work I took li’l Miss Beep for a short walk around our apartment complex (there are like a bajillion buildings and it’s fairly flat).

I guess this is what baby steps are all about.

Related: my new swimsuit, goggles and swim cap arrived today. I’m like Missy Franklin’s 13-years-older, overweight twin.

For those of you wondering, this is what my swimming gear entails:

I’ll head to the pool after work tomorrow!

5 miles!

Ohemgee. Tonight I had the most amazing run EVAR. Well, as amazing as it can be to run around in circles. I was dreading this run ALL DAY. When I got home from work, I even considered bailing on the run all together. Then I started thinking about how close I am to my 100mi goal. That was enough to guilt me into heading to the Pettit to run laps. It was very cold in there tonight, perfect running weather (indoors ha).

I went with the intention of doing 3 miles and calling it quits. But I got into a groove in the first half mile. I was in the zone. Left. Right. Left. Right. So after the first mile I decided I would go for 4 miles tonight.

As I approached 3mi, I realized I hadn’t yet seen my favorite Pettit walker – the #shakeweightlady*. Seriously, I love her. I was getting worried that I hadn’t yet seen her and told myself that I’d quit at 4 unless I saw her. If I saw her I would go for 5mi. Even thought the farthest I’ve ever ran without walking was 3.5 mi and that was on Saturday.

As I approached the 14th lap, guess who I saw?

The #shakeweightlady, wearing 80s floral hammer pants. I kid you not. It was a sign if I’ve ever seen one. So I powered on and rocked out 5 miles, doing negative splits for the last 2 laps. Fuck yeah.

Achievement, unlocked.

See also: long run for the week, complete.

* Background on #shakeweightlady: I see her just about EVERY time I run at the Pettit on a weeknight. She wears shape ups and carries not one, but two shakeweights as she walks around the track. Sometimes she holds them up above her head and shakes them. She kind of dresses like a trashy homeless person from the 80s. Lately, her attire of choice has included “juicy” sweats plus a tea-length stonewashed denim jacket. She has also upgraded from the women’s shakeweight to the men’s version. Here are a couple of pictures from when I saw her in April:

Ready to dance with dirt

Next weekend, I’m headed to Devil’s Lake for Dances with Dirt. My friends are running the marathon, but I’m doing the 10k. I did my last trail training run on Thursday and am confident I will rock it!

It was wet, muddy, slippery, etc and so forth. But I did 6 miles, faster than I’ve ever done on the trails. Woohoo! I saw countless squirrels and chipmunks and three deer, including an 8pt buck. Only fell once, and took care of that in the first half mile, so I had it over and done with and didn’t need to worry about that anymore.

Oh, and a mosquito flew INTO MY MOUTH. Disgusting.

I really enjoyed myself and was SO happy I brought a change of clothes. Driving home in my water logged shoes and clothes would have been a disaster.

Mama & Papa Kant join the 5k club

Today was my parents very first 5k! When I started running last year, I think part of the “getting active” bug wore off on them. This winter, they asked if we could do a 5k walk sometime this spring, and of course I jumped at the chance to do it!

Lining up before the race

I was their pacer 😉 and I could tell that the first mile I took a little too fast so I slowed it down a li’l for the last 2. I’m so proud of my parents! I hope they catch the bug and do more 5ks soon! I know it won’t be running, but I’m happy to get them out there!

After the 5k! We Did It!

This race will always hold a special place in my heart – last year, the very first race I did was the Brown Deer Run. Now it’s my parents’ first 5k as well. YAY!

Oh, and a bunch of my coworkers came out and did the race too. They all ran or ran/walked so I caught up with them after the race for bloody marys. Don’t judge.

The Real Milwaukee/FOX6/Sara's Friends Gang

9.23, eat my shit.

This is the farthest (and fastest) I’ve ever ran all by myself! My average pace was RIGHT on my goal for the half marathon in 2 weeks, so I’m pretty happy about that.

Today I started with a walk to warm up then went to a 5/3 run/walk interval. I was able to keep up with that interval pretty well until the 5th or 6th mile. Then it got more difficult. I let myself walk for like 5 or 6 minutes then I went back to a run/walk interval, but the intervals were more like 3-5/3. I never let myself walk for more than about 3 min, but I let myself stop walking after 3 a number of times. But, the last mile or two I picked up the pace and made up the time I lost in miles 6-7.

This was HARD. But I did it. I thought I was going to die. The wind was ridiculous. Only for a short while was it a tailwind for me… much of the run I was running against it or it was coming from the sides. I think I tweeted around mile 7 something like “running uphill against the wind? Fuck you very much” cuz that’s how I felt. LOL.

I got home and did a good 20 min of stretching. I plan to foam roll and use the stick tonight, as well as relax, ice my knee and enjoy the hell out of these compression socks.

I’m also going to enjoy some Easter candy, cuz, hell, I just burned 1800 calories.

I couldn’t get up. seriously.

Remembering what’s important

I need to stop comparing myself to others. What I accomplished in 2010 is fscking remarkable. Look at that. 561 miles covered by foot and bike. 334 workouts. WHAT?!

It’s no 1500-mile year. It’s no marathon. But it’s me. And I’m proud that I was able to do all this, amidst injury after injury and illness.

Suck it, Trebek. Suckit.

Slow running… it’s the new fast!

Reposted from FitMilwaukee.com:

I’ve never been fast. I don’t even know if I’d ever care to be fast.

A lot of times, you hear about how fast people run races. Don’t get me wrong. I have a time goal. It’s just no where near that of my close friends. When they’re running an “easy” 9 min pace, I’m busting my ass trying to keep a sub 15 pace.

I consider myself a runner. I run/walk and I’m ok with that. Of course, I’d love to get to the point where I’m only running and not walking unless I really need a break. But, I like the freedom that walk/running gives me. If I only ran, my workouts would be less than a mile. But with slowing things down and alternating between running and walking, I’m able to cover many miles.

This weekend, I ran just over 6 miles in about 90 minutes. Am I going to win an award any time soon? No, but I was beaming with pride when I realized this was the FASTEST I’d ever done 6 miles. A year ago, I was run/walking at a much different pace. I would hope to average 16-17 minutes per mile, but be happy with anything less than 18:30. Now, my slowest walking pace is in the 16-16:30 range… but usually falls between 15-16. My previous FAST time is now my SLOW time.

I know that as I lose weight, my pace and endurance will continue to improve, but I don’t expect to be qualifying for Boston ANY time soon.

I’m focusing on creating attainable goals for me and my body. And, if slow running is the key, then I’ll embrace it with a big sloppy kiss.

Last week, I wrote a very cathartic post on my blog about how difficult it is for me to run with anyone else. Go on. Read it. If you’ve ever felt like you’re not good enough to run in a group, read it twice. I’ll wait.

Done?

Ok, good.

The response to this post was overwhelming. Emails, gchats, comments, Facebook messages, etc. I never in a million years expected people to respond as they did. (I’m still surprised anyone reads my blog.)

I realized that I’m not alone in my running insecurity. Then I noticed some talk on Twitter that was all too familiar to me, “Oh, you won’t want to run with me. I’m super slow.” This is my general response when someone asks me to run.

It forced me to swallow my pride and do something I’ve been thinking about doing for a couple of months now. I’m starting a slow running group. All are welcome to join us (there’s a group on Facebook)… and there will be a forum coming soon. You don’t have to be fast or slow or even a runner to join us. Walk/run/crawl/skip whatever the hell you want. The key to this group is acceptance and no judging. Yeah, I said it. Don’t judge. Don’t judge people for being too fast. Don’t judge people for being too slow. We’re all in different places in our fitness journeys. We’re beginners. We’re veterans. We’re runners (or walkers).

We’ll be having a group “run” Monday, March 28th rain or shine. Meet us at Lake Park in Milwaukee at 6pm. We will be near Lake Park Bistro. I’ll probably have a 2-3 mile route planned, but you can feel free to do as much or as little as you like – and, please, please, please go at your own pace. Don’t feel you have to speed up to catch up with someone else… especially if your body isn’t cooperating. Go at your pace. Do your own thing… and I’m sure you’ll find someone who’s at your pace! It sounds like we have people with an average pace (whether running, run/walking or walking) of anywhere from 11-18 minutes per mile. If you’re faster or slower than this – please still come and join us!

I’ll leave you with these words from John Bingham, the father of slow running:

“It was being a runner that mattered, not how fast or how far I could run. The joy was in the act of running and in the journey, not in the destination.”