I knew I couldn’t do today.
I knew it.
I was wrong.
My run, according to today’s entry on the training plan, was to do ten repetitions of “run 3 minutes, walk one.”
Yeah. Right. I can barely manage 2 minutes running.
I somehow survived the first rep, but thought “there is no way in Hell I can do 9 more of those”.
But I did.
It hurt. But I pushed through, and got to see a gorgeous sunrise.
Then, because I am apparently a glutton for punishment, I put in 5.5 miles on my bike. My legs were blasted, and I barely made it up some of the hills – but again, I did it.
My only real issue is that it feels like running isn’t actually getting any easier. I push through, and I out-stubborn it, but every breath still hurts, every step is still agony. I love it, but I hate it. It’s not that I’m expecting it to be easy, but others run past me and I can’t hear them wheezing. Their mouths are closed. They don’t look like it is killing them. I know I’m carrying a lot of weight, and I have asthma, but at some point it has to get easier, right?
We’re going camping tonight for the weekend, so I’ll be out of range from after work today until Sunday, but I’ll take lots of pictures, and get lots of activity in. Tomorrow I’m planning a distance swim – not entirely sure how far yet – and Saturday will be a trail run. Saturday’s schedule calls for a run with 14 intervals of 2 minutes running, one minute walking. I figure if I could handle this morning, I can handle that. I wish I could take my bike, too, but until I get a bike rack for the car, I’m stuck. There’s no way to pack our little car well enough to handle all of our camping gear, plus 2 people, plus our 80lb dog, plus my bike.
I will likely be blogging offline for the weekend, and posting when I get home, so I will have lots to say.