Bodies are weird.
Feb. 13th, 2009 09:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
saxikath(Hm. I think I need a running icon. This will do for the meanwhile.)
On the Couch-to-5K plan, I was supposed to run 2.5 miles three times this week.
Monday: I struggled to make it 1.25 miles, walked for a couple minutes, then ran to a total of 2 miles.
Wednesday: I struggled to make it 1.5 miles, walked a minute, ran to a total of 2 miles, walked a minute, ran to a total of 2.5.
Both days, I was completely wiped out afterwards. I felt like I'd pushed myself as hard as my body would go. I wasn't exactly queasy, but my system definitely felt abused. The 2.25-miler of the previous weekend seemed like a distant memory.
Today: 2.5 miles running, and at the end I felt I could have kept going. I wouldn't call it easy, but it wasn't nearly as rough as the other two. My legs are tired, and I was red-faced and sweating, but I didn't feel nearly as beat up. For the first time, I actually sort of got into the groove of it. I managed to think about things other than what I was doing, at least for short periods.
What happened? How did it suddenly click? Mysterious stuff, this running. And I have no idea what will happen the next time, either -- will I get into the groove again, or will it be the struggle it has been?
On the Couch-to-5K plan, I was supposed to run 2.5 miles three times this week.
Monday: I struggled to make it 1.25 miles, walked for a couple minutes, then ran to a total of 2 miles.
Wednesday: I struggled to make it 1.5 miles, walked a minute, ran to a total of 2 miles, walked a minute, ran to a total of 2.5.
Both days, I was completely wiped out afterwards. I felt like I'd pushed myself as hard as my body would go. I wasn't exactly queasy, but my system definitely felt abused. The 2.25-miler of the previous weekend seemed like a distant memory.
Today: 2.5 miles running, and at the end I felt I could have kept going. I wouldn't call it easy, but it wasn't nearly as rough as the other two. My legs are tired, and I was red-faced and sweating, but I didn't feel nearly as beat up. For the first time, I actually sort of got into the groove of it. I managed to think about things other than what I was doing, at least for short periods.
What happened? How did it suddenly click? Mysterious stuff, this running. And I have no idea what will happen the next time, either -- will I get into the groove again, or will it be the struggle it has been?
