For a few weeks now, Coach Monster has been working with me on improving my ever-loving hideous running form. He’s only watched me run once, but we’ve been chatting and I’ve been updating him via phone and email. [I can proudly say, that I believe my chicken wing has all but disappeared.]
Today, I planned to zip over to Life Time Fitness for a quick 2 miler on the treadmill during lunch. I stepped outside of the office, noticing two things:
1) The weather was a-maz-ing; and
2) I was parked next to the Ironwoman. Look how lovey-dovey our cars look together. And we both have University of Georgia tags (not shown for obvious reasons). I can’t believe it. The same alma mater. It’s fate, I tell you. Twisted single white female fate.
You probably think I am about to post something awesome about how I finally met her. Alas, no.
My point being: the day was beautiful and I was pumped up at seeing my Ironwoman’s car, so I decided: I am a triathlete (or something like it), I am going to run outside today.
I parked at the gym and hauled my stuff inside. I grabbed my water bottle, Garmin, headphones and iPhone, and I started to leave. Then, I stopped. I tossed my water bottle back in the locker.
This is big news because I was acknowledging that I would only be gone for a short while. Never would I have left my water bottle, not even for a mile.
I took off, and felt great. The pace was good, I felt fast (for me).
For awhile, I didn’t even realize I was running. My form didn’t feel like I was flailing. I felt calm.
I started to push a little faster, and my heartrate started screaming. I climbed some hills, I was starting to hurt a little. Couldn’t breathe, but kept going. After I finished the 2 mile loop, I looked down at my Garmin and saw this.
No, I’m not talking about how weird it is that I have two numbers that are identical on the top.
But rather the numbers themselves:
Distance: 2.00 mi
This may not mean alot to you. But this means a record setting day for me. Because those numbers mean a sub-ten minute mile pace. 9:50 to be exact. And yes, while I was literally gasping for breath by the end, this is the fastest I have ever, ever in my life run 2 miles. And on hills.
Compare this pace to my first real 5k, just over a year ago: 12:29 minute mile pace.
I love growth days. The days when you feel a change creep in and take root. I love these days! And I feel the psycho creeping back in, the good psycho. The I-am-in-control-of-my-life-as-much-as-possible psycho.
I am down 4 pounds this week. Ilana, my nutritionist, told me that once I get my eating under control, that I will feel in control of my life.
She is so right.
As such, I can announce without a shadow of a doubt… that I am back on track, y’all (at least for the next 12 hours).
Watch out. Here comes the happy train. Now, if I can only meet my Ironwoman…. that would solidify the awesomeness of today.
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