Monday, March 25, 2013
I haven't been to the gym since June 2012 (had surgery for spinal injury in July), and yesterday I decided that it was high time I got back to it. I told myself that it was okay to take it easy and not push myself too hard, since it was my first workout in many months. I decided to walk between 3.5-4 mph on the treadmill, occasionally varying the incline, and perhaps try running one minute at a time as a start. After 7 minutes of warming up with walking, I started my first minute of running. When that first minute was almost up, I decided to try for two minutes since I felt fine. At two minutes, I decided to just keep going until I needed to walk again, thinking I might hit the 3-minute mark if I was lucky. Long story short, every minute that passed, I felt like I could keep going. It was an incredible feeling, and I got to over 8 minutes, 30 seconds, before I started to feel like I was going to need to stop. I pushed myself to make it to 10 minutes of continuous, non-stop running!
I know that to some, 10 minutes of non-stop running is easy, and to others, it's an unimagineable feat. I tend to fall into the latter camp. For me, accomplishing 10 minutes of running is a big, big deal. The longest I had ever run non-stop was probably 3-4 minutes back when I was trying the Couch to 5k program a year ago. I got to about the third week of the program when I quit. Running 10 minutes non-stop is something that I had no intention of trying prior to arriving at the gym yesterday, and if anyone had told me I would leave the gym having run 10 minutes, I would have thought they were crazy. I am so proud of myself for somehow, out of nowhere, proving to myself that I have it in me to accomplish a physical goal that to me, is a big freaking deal. I am thrilled to know that I can do this! And if 10 minutes is possible for me now, then I'm sure 20 minutes will one day be possible, too.