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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.


“Ooo, Owww, Ohh, Ouch!” – Getting Started, Day 0-1

12 Feb

I started this blog about a week after I started running. So let’s go back and recap the first couple days of my running. My very first day, I like to refer to it as Day 0, I didn’t even know that I was going to begin running and I definitely did not run one mile. Gasp! I know… I was laying in bed one morning, it was 4:30am (my man had already left as the military life is one that starts early) and I couldn’t fall back asleep. As I lay there staring at the ceiling wondering, “How am I ever going to fit in wedding dress?” it dawned on me that I was wasting my time just laying there. Since I couldn’t sleep I might as well workout and my current workout wasn’t working for me.

I struggled out of bed into the cool of the dark (ps I hate the dark), put on some workout gear and ended up in the living room. I sat on the couch lacing up my Nike Frees (which I had bought as a fashion statement and because I was jealous of my man’s when he had bought his a couple months before) wondering what I could do since even the amazing P90X wasn’t working me this time. P90x had been my lifesaver in the past helping me get out of the overweight zone and lose 35lbs to get to my healthier and thinner pre-college weight, but this time I had only lost 5 lbs and was stuck. So I sat that wondering- maybe Insanity? maybe that Brazilian guy’s butt lifting workout? I thought about it seriously and realized I didn’t have time to order anything and have it delivered all before I needed to get ready for work. Then it dawned on me, I’m wearing running shoes so I might as well run, right? I didn’t need to buy anything or wait for anything; I could start right away. So I did.

I started to slip out the sliding glass door into the dark in those early morning hours when I heard a noise- a bird, a cat, a fish splashing, a scary monster… Who knows?… I was back inside with that door shut so fast I could have skinned a cat. I didn’t want to let my fears get the best of me so I busted out some headphones. I figured if I couldn’t hear the noises outside, I wouldn’t be scared. I cranked up Pandora’s Workout Station and hit the ground running.

Well not exactly… I hadn’t run in years – maybe even a full decade so i started off slow. I walked for an entire song before realizing I wasn’t running if I walked the whole time- so I ran for the next song. Winded and out of breath I definitely needed to walk again. And this is how I spent my first day, Day 0,  of “running” – walking, light jogging, walking, light jogging… I think you get the point.

Day 1 turned out to be a little bit more eventful. Day 0 was hard, but I made it. During my Day 0 activities, I noticed that lo and behold my running path had markers: Start, .25 mile, .5 mile, and .75 mile. So for my second run, I decided that I was going to use these markers; I was going to run one mile! And I did. I was dogging it the entire way. My feet felt heavy and were dragging; at some points, I thought I could actually walk faster then I was running. However, I had set my mind to it and I was determined to make it no matter how long it took.

Being the math geek that I am, I of course wanted to track my overall time and my quarter-mile times so I busted out the timer on my iPhone and made sure to hit the lap button every quarter mile. I ran my heart out and holy crap! My first one mile run was 11min and 25 seconds. That is absolutely pitiful. I used to be a ballerina, I used to be a cheerleader, I used to be a softball player and this is it?? It’s not like I don’t work out now. I did P90x like it was my job and I can kill it on an elliptical machine. I knew my time would be high, I was expecting 10 minutes- NOT eleven and a half.  You know most people can walk a mile in 15 minutes right? When I saw that time the perfectionist and overachiever in me took over and the OneMileRunner was born. I decided to run one mile everyday until I got a decent time- well a time that I think is decent; and it doesn’t help when your man runs 5 miles on a regular basis and can run one mile in 6 minutes.

This is a journey. It’s my journey and there are multiple aspects. I started running to get in shape for my wedding. Now I am running for my health and for my pride. I am going to do something I never thought I could do because I told myself I couldn’t. I hope this blog inspires you to do something you thought you couldn’t do, too!