Hal told me to run 5.6km, so that’s what I did. Well, almost. It was 5.3km, that’s ok..right?
Here’s what I want to know…how fast should I be going?
I know that a reasonable 5k time is around 30 minutes. I almost double that time with this run. However, I made it through the run without stopping for a walk break. Am I better off running the whole way without walking; or running faster but stopping to walk every couple of blocks?
In my head, I’ve kind of decided that I’m better running the distance at a slower pace. There seems to be some general consensus on this Runners World forum that probably better to run slowly without breaks. It’s even suggested that walk breaks might be a bad habit that is hard to break as you improve your distance and/or pace.
The problem with this approach is that the time is a little demoralising at times. I keep thinking ‘good lord, how long is it going to take to run 12km?!’ And how totally embarrassing will it be if I am the last person to finish the 12km race?
I need to remember that while this is a race, the only person I’m really racing is myself. This race is my race not to beat everyone else, but to better myself; to achieve the first goal in my running journey. I want to be content in running the distance without walking because that is an achievement for me.
While I’m desperately hoping that in the next 10 weeks I get a little bit faster, one thing I do know is that I will definitely finish that race. It might be last, but I will finish!
My latest run (3k according to Hal) was fairly uneventful, but I seem to have created my very own syndrome. I’m going to call it halfway-itis.
Halfway-itis strikes, surprisingly, at the halfway point of a run. I’m cruising along just fine, keeping a fairly steady pace; then the lovely, well-spoken lady on the Runkeeper app tells me I am halfway. The second I hear it, my legs get heavy and I just want tooooo gooooooooo hooooooome.
So this run, I decided to make a real effort to keep my pace the same:
And it worked! Yay! Mind over matter and all that.
Here’s the other details:
I had a little internal cheer for this run!
I’m off to do 5.5kms this morning, wish me luck?
My training schedule had 4kms on it today (well, actually for yesterday but I had a switcheroo).
This run was the first that was a little challenging to fit in to my daily schedule. I had parent help in Mr L’s class in the morning (Teacher: what letters did we learn about today? Kid with raised hand: Spider-Man is bad), a long overdue beautician appointment, grocery shopping, bike to the store to get repaired, Mr L’s training after school…yada yada yada. In between the groceries and the bike I stole the half hour needed to check that one off the list.
I found this run to be an equaliser of sorts. After all the rush that had been and was to come, it was the perfect way to take a moment and take a deep breath- literally and figuratively. It was a chance to think about nothing but my feet, my head and my slightly dodgy knee. The time and distance remains unimpressive, but I am impressed that I’ve made it over a week without missing a session. Small victories right? .
Being the middle of the day it was also quite warm. I knew I shouldn’t have complained about how cold it was…Mother Nature says ‘oh too cold? Cop this then!’ I have real knack for handing myself over to Murphy’s Law with my oft-dramatic observations regarding banal subjects such as the weather or politics.
Despite being busy, hot and a bit harassed, there’s another tick on that chart; and that gives me a little smug smile 😉