I got schooled today. I’m not sure who by, though. Myself, maybe?
For the last 9 weeks, I have been following the NHS Couch to 5K running programme. It is exactly what it says on the tin. In 9 weeks, it teaches you to run 5k in half an hour. When I started I couldn’t run for 60 seconds. In the last week, I have been running for 30 mins without stopping.
One goal has eluded me, though. I have not yet managed 5k in 30 minutes. I have got close, but not hit my target.
Today was the last run of the programme. I was determined to do my 5k in 30 minutes. It had to be the best way to finish a 9 week stretch where I haven’t missed a run, and never failed to finish.
Having set myself up for a triumphant conclusion to the first part of my running career, I set off. I completed the first mile in record time – 9mins 40 – and then I came to a standstill. I stopped. I screamed at myself. I tried to run. I was tired and beaten.
I hadn’t set myself up for a triupmh, I had set myself up for a fall. I had set off too fast, been too cocky and failed.
I stomped home and threw things for a bit, raging at myself. Then I called a friend. Becca was very sympathetic, but gave me some good advice. I should go out and complete the 30mins, forget about time, walk if I had to, just do it.
So I picked myself out and went right back out.
30 minutes later I stopped again. 2.5 miles and one of my slowest times to date, but I had done it. I had completed 30 minutes, and the full 9 weeks of running.
I didn’t hit my goal of 5k in 30 minutes but ironically I ran further and for longer than I ever have today. 43 minutes between the two runs and over 3.5 miles. It’s funny how things work out.
The run did end in triumph after all. I am actually really proud of myself. Once, I wouldn’t have gone back out, I wouldn’t have finished. I would have assumed that I had failed and given up. but I didn’t. I should probably learn from that.
In other news, the house is coming on a treat.
It is fully double glazed.
A floor is down and hearths are in
The insulation has begun
Stoves are on their way and the draughts have diminished slightly.
I am currently working at ripping upstairs back to the stone, whilst Stewart who is doing the joinery for me is working downstairs. It’s pretty satisfying to see it beginning to come together.
I’ve signed up for the Tiree 10k in April. I suppose I’ll need to keep running.