A strange day.
I slept in and completely missed the morning, which was a good thing. I was able to take stock of my health and let my body rest a little. As I ate my salad lunch, I visualized being ready for the 5km run that evening, even though I was a game-time decision.
In my mind, I wasn’t going to run, but my heart wanted me out there. I was doing my best to come up with excuses in my head.
“There would be crowds. You’ll have to talk to people. These people may want to go drinking after and you’re not into that.” I started making things up in my head. Did I mention that I have some self-doubt issues?
To get out of my head, I put headphones on and just went for walks. After each walk, I’d come home, take a brief nap, then get back out there. For dinner, I wanted to feel good, so I got comfort food. PIZZA! I love pizza. I walked to the pizza shop and back. After I had consumed the whole thing, which was a medium with cheese, whole wheat thin crust, I didn’t feel heavy at all. My mindset was in the right place, and my body felt good. So yeah, attempting the 5km was in the cards for tonight.
I couldn’t believe I was doing this. I drove my car down to the race site and registered without being very friendly. It’s the contradiction that’s me. Sometimes I’m outgoing, other times I hide within my hoodie.
I waited around and stretched by myself. I did ogle girls in cute outfits because I’m a terrible person, also known as a male.
I was a little nervous to run with people, but I was more nervous about not being able to finish. I also didn’t want to resort to walking either. I didn’t want to be that guy.
Am I too hard on myself? Yes, No, Maybe. Please circle one.
We got called to the start, and then the guy in charged blew a whistle to acknowledge the beginning. I closed my eyes, flipped on my song playlist. It started off with Pulp’s ‘Common People.’ I got jazzed up pretty fast, put my head down, and I was running.
The first 2.5 km were a breeze. I wasn’t moving at a blistering pace. I knew to go slower to keep fresh as I had no idea how my legs would feel once I got to 4 km. From 2.5 km to 4 km, the legs started to decline. My cardio was fine, but my legs began to feel like I had cinder blocks attached to them.
I began thinking that everyone who was passing me by could see how much I was struggling, however, I then realized that everyone in my time bracket was just as shitty as me, which made me feel a whole lot better. It turns out I love it when people suck more than me.
The last 1 km was just pure will. I had nothing physically left in the tank, and my running was the fastest I could go without actually being considered a walk. Now I’m being hard on myself. It was still a run; just an unusual looking labored one. I looked like an ungraceful gazelle, but I soldiered on as if a predator would catch me if I stopped.
It was the longest 7.5 minutes I’ve had in a very long time. The feeling you get when you’re waiting for work to end and you’re staring at the clock and hoping for the time to tick down but it never gets there. Yeah, the longest 7.5 minutes ever.
However, in this case, I did get there. When I saw the finish line in the distance, my eyes perked up. In fact, my whole body perked up, and I made the one last push. I was like an avalanche picking up speed. Inertia be damned!!
And then…..it was over.
I did it. 34 days ago I could barely make it around a track once, and today I ran in a 5 km race in 34 minutes and 54 seconds. it may not have been pretty, but I fucking did it.
Today was one heck of a day.
The feeling of finishing that 5 km was better than any mental award that I’ve ever received. It’s hard to explain, but my body just felt a confidence that I’ve never had before.
I’m 41 years old, and it feels like I’m now becoming the person I was always meant to be.
Enjoy my Fitbit stats below.
DAY 34 STATS
Weight: 177.5 Pounds
Distance: 18.77 km
Time: 160 Minutes
Peak Heart Rate: 3 Minutes
Cardio Heart Rate: 46 Minutes
Fat Burn Heart Rate: 2 Hr 11 Minutes
Resting Heart Beats Per Minute: 63
Calories Burned: 3499
Calories Taken In: 1121
(All Calories Are Best Estimates. When In Doubt I Went Higher)
(I’ve never been a breakfast guy FYI. Eating breakfast at all is new to me.)
Garden Salad: 403 Calories
Pizza: 718 Calories
Thanks for following my adventure. If you have any questions, I’m just an email away.
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