I held onto the five-minute intervals for a while. I kept at them for an extra week or two because I was struggling with them and then this past weekend they became easy. So stupid. I was fine with the fact that they were tough because that way I could stick with them.
Get this: today the eight minute intervals were also easy.
Dammit; my body is getting good at things I don’t like.
I was anticipating them feeling like an eternity and huffing and puffing through it, but instead I felt strong, comfortable and my mind even went naturally to other places. What is this malarky?! I have been very good at meditating on how much I hate running, and now I’m losing that skill. Now my mind lets go of negativity, looking at the clock and focusing on pain and instead becomes calm and positive. I have even decided that on Wednesday, for my next excursion I will go to the 20-minute intervals that are required of me. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I know I will be able to do it. Who am I?
The run immediately following my 20 minutes straight is run 5 minutes, walk 3, run 8, walk 3, run 5… what?! I’m going back to three and five minute intervals again? How can I hold on to this sense of being better than everyone else if I backtrack to the things I couldn’t do at all two months ago?
Running is the complex monster I battle.