This week was supposed to be the last week of my C25K program.
I’ve done well. I’ve lost eight pounds without having to watch what I’ve been eating too carefully (which puts me back at a weight that I can mostly live with, although I (of course) would like to drop another five). I’ve managed to shut up my Inner Critic even though she screamed at me, every run for weeks on end, that I was wasting my time, that I would never be any good, that it was embarrassing to be out there running for such short periods. I’ve only missed one run, on a morning where I woke up very uncertain whether I should run given I’d injured my ankle two days before (not while on my run, but while chasing a bus trying to get to the clinic). I put out my clothes, even though my ankle was niggling and my thigh just felt off, and figured I’d make the decision in the morning.
I woke up and it was pouring rain.
All right, universe. I got the memo.
I skipped that one.
Otherwise I’ve stuck with it, and it bothered me that I was going to miss out on finishing the program given today is the transfer and I won’t run while in the tww. I know it probably wouldn’t make a difference, but it’s just not something I’m comfortable doing.
So I mapped out 5K on my computer and planned to get up early today to run it. I just wanted to see if I could run it in 30 minutes. I’ve been following the program by time, not by distance, so I wasn’t entirely sure my pace was on target.
Then we went out last night to a work party and it was close to 1 a.m. by the time we’d gone to bed.
I put my clothes out anyway, but I didn’t set an alarm.
I woke up this morning at 5:50, tired and dehydrated. I can’t drink anything when I wake up because of my thyroid meds.
I decided I would run anyway. If I bombed out, I’d have an excuse.
I got downstairs and realized I didn’t have any socks. I remember putting socks out last night, so I must have dropped them on the way down. There was no way I could risk going back upstairs to find them- Q. and E. might sleep through one trip on our ancient floorboards, but three would be pushing it.
I found Q.’s laundry basket in the kitchen and pulled out a pair of (dirty, mismatched work) socks.
I got dressed and went outside.
It was blowing a GALE.
I ran anyway.
I ran my 5K.
I ran it in 28:42.
I’m not going to say I had a lot left in the tank, but I finished strong.
I guess I have to stop thinking I’m a mess.