Six minutes and forty-eight seconds.
The length of my favorite song? Nope.
The time it takes to drive to work? I wish!
The longest I have ever continuously ran? Bingo!
I started off the night with c25k W3D2, and I was struggling. That burning pain started to come back during my first 3 minute run, and for a while there, I didn't know if I would make it through. I kept going, though and finished the 23 minutes I was supposed to. By now, y'all should know how I do: I keep going until I hit 5k, no matter how long it takes. My fastest time was 57:15.
After my 23 minutes, I walked till I hit 30. Then I ran for 1.5 every five minutes. Then Jillian Michaels (damn her/bless her) took over my brain at the 50 minute mark, and in order to "Finish Strong!" I decided I would run as long as I could. Wouldn't you know it...I channeled my inner Forrest Gump and just ran, and ran, and ran.
And I had a runner's epiphany. Can you believe it? I was running too slowly. I now know what it means to "find your stride", because at 3.8 miles per hour my calves weren't burning, my ankles didn't hurt, my hips weren't aching, or anything. I fell into a great breathing pattern, and it just all seemed to work. A well-oiled machine is what I was, for almost seven glorious minutes. I finished my 5k in 56:48.
Now, I know, to a lot of people out there, running 7 minutes is like a walk in the park. But to me? It's a marathon. It's a triathlon. It's the freaking Iditarod, dude.
And I did it. It's been almost a half hour since I got off the treadmill, and I still haven't come down.
For once, I feel accomplished. For once, I feel proud.
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