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I’m only pushing myself at the gym because I know everyone is secretly watching me- Day 12

21 Feb

OneMileRun Day 12

Happy Belated President’s Day! I hope you enjoyed your day off as much as I did- between the gym, the beach, and an at-home spa treatment, I don’t think I could have asked for much else to make it a more perfect day. Well I take that back- my man had charge of quarters duty so he was gone for 24hrs starting Monday morning so I wish that he could have been there. Also pretty much everyone else I care about is 4000 miles. I do enjoy some solitude but I am much more of a social butterfly and wish I could have spent the day with someone who I care about; I mean my puppy is good company and all but he doesn’t really hold a good conversation

Now let’s get down to business and talk about the run…As you can see by my amazing time today, I definitely pushed myself a lot! Today was another day on the treadmill-as if you couldn’t already guess by that time I had. 8 minutes and 18 seconds. I love seeing that time. I will have you know that the last time I ran a mile that fast was in the 5th grade and only then was I motivated because I was dying to get that gorgeous blue Presidential Physical Fitness Award ( which I did end up getting!) I got to the gym bright and early at 8am. I thought it would be empty and that I could workout without worrying about what other people think.

That may sound crazy, but  I’m always wondering what other people are thinking about me, even at the gym. Do my fellow gym goers think that I need to be there? Am I lifting as much weight as they think I should be? Am I making embarrassing faces? Am I breathing too heavy? I know you think about it to. Yes it seems a little silly to be so concerned, but I guess I always worry about it because sometimes that’s what I’m thinking- well I usually only think about the funny faces and heavy breathing noises guys make when they are lifting really heavy weights, not all the other stuff. However, sometimes it is this wondering that pushes me workout harder; if I think I have audience, someone to possibly impress I’m more likely to struggle though the set or the run or the pain or whatever it is.

I’m pretty sure that’s what happened here. My treadmill experiences  Day 10 and Day 11 were just the prep work for my treadmill run today. I spent Day 10 finding a speed that I was comfortable running at and Day 11 making sure that I was working hard and becoming a better runner. I went into my run on Day 12 thinking that I wanted to challenge myself. I knew that the next time I ran outside I wanted to really improve my time and I thought pushing myself even harder on the treadmill would help prepare me so I jumped from a speed of 7 on Day 11 to a speed of 7.2 on Day 12- it may not sound like a lot, but trust me it is. I went to the gym (an almost empty gym), hopped on the treadmill and cranked up the speed. As I was running, people started pouring in the gym at a ridiculous rate. I started my mile with only 3 other people in the gym and as I approached the half mile mark less than 5 minutes later there were about 15 people there. 15 may not sound like a lot, but given that the gym is about the size of typical classroom even 5 people can make it seem crowded. At the half mile mark I was sucking. My breathing was not regulated at all, my feet were heavy, and I was just ready to slow down.

Feeling the need to impress as per my usual personality however, I looked around and heard everyone’s judgements. The two people running next to me were telling me I was out of shape. The girl working on her triceps was calling me a quitter. The boy getting ready to work on his lats was laughing at my inability to run. And that was it. I couldn’t let these people think that about me (even though I’m almost 90% sure that they didn’t even notice me). So I kept running. With every step I told myself I wasn’t a quitter, that I could do this, and that it would be over soon. And it was. I finished with my fastest time to date and proud to have done so. I would like to thank my fellow gym goers for motivating without even knowing it because without you I might have given in to the urge to slow down.

The Dawn of the Treadmill – Days 10-11

19 Feb

I’m always trying to get my man to go out walking with me, or hiking, or running, and today was the day he finally agreed. (I can’t be too hard on him for not coming sooner as I have mentioned in the past the military life is exhausting) My neighborhood as a gym so me and my man loaded up with a new Nike+ sensor (for me), new sneakers (for him) , new water bottles (for us), new headphones (for him), and a new sweatshirt (for him) all from Sports Authority- does any body else see anything wrong with that picture?? To be fair, I couldn’t find a pair of Nikes that I could use the Nike+ with and had good arch support aside from the Nike Frees I was already wearing and I wasn’t going to buy the exact same pair of sneakers again- which I have been known to do in the past.

Anyways, we hit the gym with all of our new accoutrements, hence the treadmill… Since we were at the gym together I didn’t want to leave to run outside so I opted for the treadmill instead. I have run on a treadmill a few times in the past but more for casual exercise, never a goal like this one. I hooked up my Nike+ for the first time and started jogging at a nice speed of 6.0 (6.0 what… I don’t really know). After a short distance I realized that I was barely winded so I knew I needed to step it up a bit and ended up at 6.5. Definitely feeling it and beginning to sweat, my loving man comes over and starts giving me a hard time and before I know it I’m up to 6.8. At first I panicked thinking I couldn’t handle going any faster. I knew that the fastest mile I had run outside was 9 minutes and 43 seconds; meanwhile, he bumped my speed up to 6.8 and the treadmill told me I was running at like a 9 minute pace. Seeing those numbers on the screen and knowing what I was capable of did not seem to mesh too well. Luckily for me I was able to finish and completed my mile in my usual time of 9 minutes and 44 seconds. I guess my speed of 6.0 at the beginning made up for my crazy 6.8 at the end. In my eyes Day 10 was success.

So there must have been something in the air this weekend because my man and I went to the gym again on Day 11. I’m not sure what’s going on but I ‘m definitely not complaining. (I like going to the gym together— even though we don’t actually workout together. I’m a little strange in that sense, but I just like having him there anyways.) Being that we were at the gym again, I decided to tackle the treadmill again rather than going for a run later. Having a little bit more knowledge about what speed I can run at made today a little bit easier for me. I hooked up my Nike+ and hopped up on the treadmill. For Day 10 I ran a little more than half of my mile at a speed of 6.8, so I figured that I would run my entire mile at 6.8 today. I didn’t…

I don’t know what possessed me, but I got on that treadmill and bumped my speed up to 7.0. On Day 10 my man wouldn’t let me settle for what I was comfortable with. He pushed me harder because he knew I could do it even when I didn’t. So now on Day 11 I decided that doing what I knew I could do wasn’t good enough I needed to push harder and I am so glad that I did. My lungs were screaming but I kept breathing and kept pushing through with the help of the treadmill and I am pleased to announce that today I ran a mile in 8 minutes and 24 seconds!!! In terms of treadmill running I met two goals today: run one mile in under 9 minutes and run one mile in under 8 minutes and 30 seconds.

Yes I know that I was on a treadmill, that it’s easier to run on a treadmill, that a treadmill paces for you. However, a victory is still a victory to me. I know that the next time I hit the track I’m not going to be running 8 minute 30 second miles. The knowledge that I can run that fast and that I have the lung capacity to complete a mile that fast provides me hope and strength in that I will one day be able to run a mile that fast on the track. The treadmill is not the end for me, after all half marathons are not run a treadmill. The treadmill is a means to an end for me and I hope that one day I will be able to run faster on the track then on a treadmill (well at least as fast!)