Monday, April 29, 2013
TONIGHT I WALKED A 5K!!
Tonight I walked a 5K.
I have some crazy idea in my head that I am going to walk a 5K every day this week and see what happens on the scale. Sounds like a good, sound, not crazy plan...right?
Chris and I have been watching 'The Following' this year. Tonight was the season finale. I decided to walk my 5K while watching it. You know...lots of action, lots of intrigue...my mind would definitely be on the show and not the walk....either that or the anxiety from watching the show AND doing my work out at the same time would cause me to stroke out.
I started the workout and immediately tried to jump up to my "cruising" pace. That didn't go so well. I had to slow it down and give myself a warm up. Every minute or so I would bump up the pace and after a few minutes I was cruising at 2.8 mph.
Yes, 2.8 mph is my cruising speed. It's pathetic, I know...but it is what I can handle. I try not to beat myself up for it because I know that over time my pace is going to improve. But, still, I get it...it's a bit sad.
After about 25 minutes on the treadmill, just as Joe attacked and killed an innocent man to prove a point to his ex-wife, I was worried I wasn't going to be able to make it. It's not so much that I was huffing and puffing, but just that my body felt done.
In order to keep myself going I decided to employ a tactic that my sister told me about. I think I mentioned before that she has been reading Chris Powell's book. In it he makes the suggestion that you give your body a name to make it a separate "being". Then, you tell your body, using its name, that you are in charge and that it is not.
I know, this sounds deranged and crazy, but I was desperate and willing to try anything.
I named my body Bonnie...and boy did I give her a tongue lashing. I let her know in no uncertain terms that I, Connie, was in charge and that she, Bonnie, was not...and that she would do exactly what I told her to do.
You guys, it actually helped! I started to feel like I was getting a second wind and I was able to keep going. I used this technique several times through the remainder of my walk...and yes, it made me feel crazy...but again, I was pretty much willing to try anything to get me through.
At about 45 minutes I decided to go ahead and lower my pace to 2.6 mph (**sigh**...so sad). My goal tonight was not to walk a 5K in the fastest time possible, but simply to walk 3.106 miles...and I felt like, even though I had Bonnie in hand, she might revolt if I didn't slow things down a bit.
I went back to watching 'The Following', at one point shrieking when a suspenseful scene played out...bringing my daughters running to check on me because they thought I had fallen on the treadmill. WHOOPS! Before I knew it the show was over. I checked my distance and I was at 2.76 miles.
DAMN! I still had a .5 mile to go!! I knew I was going to make it, but I SO wanted it to be over.
Chris put 'Friends' on and I walked the final .5 mile watching Rachel try to seduce some guy who lived in her apartment building by putting on her high school cheerleading outfit. Whatever. It kept me occupied just enough to get me through.
As I rounded the bend to 3.106 miles, Chris was laying on the couch playing on his phone. I told him that if he had ever loved me, even just a little, he would have a glass of ice water and a towel waiting for me when I finished. I may or may not have sounded hysterical....all I know is that Chris jumped up and bolted for the stairs to get it for me. He came back down right as I finished.
3.106 miles. DONE!
I screamed with joy!
It took me 1 hour and 13 minutes. 1 HOUR AND 13 MINUTES. **UGH**
I'll admit, it makes me feel bad to know that it takes me about the same amount of time to walk a 5K as some people take to run a 1/2 marathon! But, I'm trying to force myself not to focus on that. It is self defeating to do that and ultimately serves no purpose.
What I am trying to focus on is that I did it. I DID IT. I took control, whipped Bonnie into shape, and I did it.
I'm already dreading tomorrow!