I really enjoy starting my days with some solitude. I love being able to do something for myself first thing in the morning rather than starting my day be responding to other people's needs (i.e. my kids). I feel so alive, my cheeks hot and brow sweaty, legs rubbery and tired, heart pounding as I push to make my last few running strides strong. And it is so refreshing to feel my breath returning to me, gasps returning to deep inhalations of crisp morning air. It really is a great start to a day. So, why is it that when the alarm goes off, I find it so dreadful to get out of bed? Where's that old childhood enthusiasm that could get me out of bed with a spring in my step and excitement in my blood?
Despite its absence, I slowly get out of bed and start getting myself dressed and stretched and ready to go. Looks like a good morning to run, a little grayish, but dry and cool. I've determined that I am going to pick up my pace this morning. I don't want to watch a clock while I am running as that seems to have a negative psychological impact on me, so I remember where I was when I had finished my run last time and aim to be further along my route when I complete today's program. So I get started and and in the middle of my first run, the rain started pouring down. I wasn't prepared for it, so I got very wet, but it wasn't so bad and I guess I am glad that the rain didn't get the chance to give me pause this morning. Running in the rain was actually refreshing in its own way, so now that is one less obstacle in my way in the future!
I found the first few intervals to be challenging, but I made it without great difficulty. The third interval is where I started finding it hard to keep up my quicker pace. I was panting and my muscles just burning by the end of 90 seconds and I barely felt ready to run again after two minutes. My running slowed quite a bit from that point and while I did make it further than I did last time, I felt a little beat up. Today should be the last of the week 2 workouts, but I don't feel entirely ready to move on. Reading through other people's experiences on The Couch to 5K Facebook page, I know a lot of people repeat weeks until they feel more ready to move on. I know that it isn't a big deal to do so, but still, I wonder if I'm just telling myself that I need more time because I am afraid. I don't know. I don't want to sell myself short, but I also don't want to move on before I am ready. I feel like the confidence I build at every run propels me forward. I fear what a bad experience would do to my mind set, so I think I will run another interval of week 2 before graduate to week 3. I am going to go out there on Thursday with a positive attitude, ready to kick some ass because I know I CAN DO IT!