Altitude, you will NOT beat me
Thursday, March 05, 2015
This morning, I woke up with a huge feeling of victory.
I mean, it could just be my sore ankles and calves, but needless to say, I will call it victory :) That is what it could feel like, right??
So, two days ago, I ran.
Now, when I was living in Ohio, I was enjoying pounding the pavement 10k's at a time. Somedays, I would hit the road and leave ten miles in my dirt with nothing but ease and peace.
Fast forward to Colorado life. One mile is painfully difficult. Two miles feels like forever, and Lord help me if I decide my body, lungs or mind can convince my legs to go any further.
Back to two days ago. I was determined. Now, I hate treadmill running but it is a little too brisk for my taste to be running out doors. Not to mention, it gets dark fast and I dont exactly know the area all that well. So, treadmill it is. I hopped on during a very busy time in the 24 hour gym I'm checking out. I pushed through mile one--not too shabby. Decided I was going for two. Kept swinging, gasping a bit, feeling the burn in my legs, but I managed to push through it. Okay brain. Let's go for a 5k. Easy 5k, you know...something familiar. We used to do this all the time. Like riding a bike, you never really forget what running a 5k is like, right??
So, I hit my 5k. Now, I felt good. I was grooving. Decided to run into mile 4 and ended up stopping at 4.5 because my S/O was not feeling well.
I felt good. Not super great, but good. I pushed past some of the mental blocks I have been having dealing with altitude. I'm allowing the challenge of working out a mile above sea level affect my stamina, strength, motivation, and determination.
I may not be a runner, but gosh darn it, I trained so much in Ohio. Get it together!!!
So, last night. I was determined to go hit it again. I just needed to know I could go farther. So I hopped on. I am used to running two sets of 60 minute pushes on the treaddy--somewhere around 10-12 miles depending on how fast or slow I am pacing. I set my treadmill for 60 minutes (the max) and told myself, 'it's okay if we don't go all the way legs. Just do the best you can.'
I managed to stay on that dang machine, listening to The Voice on hulu on my phone and ran. Nearly 6.25 miles in those 60 minutes.
My groove. My confidence. My happiness. My self-soothing and soul-cleansing runs were slowly coming back to me.
I know, I know, no big deal. People who are real runners dread the treaddy and 6 miles is just the warm up, but my friends, I truly felt spectacular. Breaking barriers, defeating a very intimidated mind, and waking up with this happy soreness FEELS.SO.GOOD!
I need lots of java today to stay awake but my confidence and my attitude is soaring! I'm definitely standing a little taller, shoulders back, feeling proud of myself.
Now, to set a new distance goal. I will *eventually* get up to 10 miles :) I'm going to try to run a half marathon in October. Training needs to start early for this short gammed gal!
Peace and love (and coffee, coffee, coffee...zzzzz)