Eating humble pie tonight. I do not mind eating my words because I am thrilled to be doing it.
Less than a week ago, I near quit on the idea of my trying to run for more than about 30 to 60 seconds at a time, I decided it was just too hard and I did not have enough lung power to do it.
Today I ran for fifteen minute sessions on four separate occasions with some walks in between.
Yesterday was a hard day with carer duties; I only managed some beach and park walks and jogs. and once again got insufficient sleep. I began the day expecting to do little more exercise than walking.
Today man was better than yesterday, though he is still not at his best. I took him out to the boardwalk overlooking a lake with a 1.25 kilometer marked track and while he rested with the lake view, I ran the 1.25 kilometer course with some walking in between x 4 times, a total of 5 kilometers run.
I did this run, better than ever before, because I ran at a gentle pace, one where I was breathless but not totally out of breath, a pace where I could keep running instead of having to slow down to get my breath.
The difference was that my time to run 1 kilometer has increased by 1 minute, but it is more sustainable, more something I now feel capable of doing. My pace is slow, and I would hate to be running beside others and comparing myself with them.
I can for the first time in my life, visualize, that I could run 5 kilometers in one go.
I plan to try to do the triathlon. Who knows, maybe tomorrow. At the pace I ran, it was not even as hard as the mountains I was climbing for my four week mini-milestone.
I feel like I have more learned a way to run, than I have achieved a greater fitness level, though I know there must have been a fitness increase in there too.
Now while I was doing all of that, I had a husband feeling very left out and not looking as happy as I was with my achievement, though he took these photos of me at my request I need to make him feel involved in my exercise.
I have no idea how I could extend this run into being able to do a triathlon, which is on the plan for the 12wbt for this weekend. I will not totally discount it as not being a possibility, not after finding a way that I believe I will be able to run a distance by pacing myself in a rhythm and telling myself to let my legs do the work not my lungs, and finding this worked.