Running Day Number 2

Ow. Ow. Ow.

So yesterday I didn't have to run according to the program. It was my rest and recover day.

Um... WHO ARE THEY KIDDING!? Because I sure as heck didn't feel like I was recovered and starting anew. No, no. I felt like my legs were made of heavy concrete slabs only two phases in. With every step: Ow. Ow. Ow. 'Maybe I should try landing lighter,' I thought to myself. Ow. Ow. Ow. Nope, that didn't work. Besides, how exactly does 200 pounds "land lightly" anyway?

I was told this is a mental thing. That my body is physically capable of going much further than my mind believes it can, or hell, lets be honest, wants. Surprisingly, I heard that lady in my ear tell me I was half way done before I expected to hear it. I guess I was so focused on making my legs and feet do their job more efficiently that I wasn't paying attention to the time.

There she went, though, having to point it out to me! So, the second half felt like for-ev-errrrr. The last run phase (though I didn't know it at the time) had me seriously doubting if I could finish without stopping. When she finally said I was allowed to walk again, it took all of my might not to collapse onto the ground right then and there. Three minutes passed at the speed of sound and I heard her voice again. I began a step to force myself into another run. Then I heard what she was saying, "Begin your cool down now." Oh sweet Jesus thank God. I could just keep walking. Let's be honest anyways, my run is more like a pathetic excuse of a jog. But I was done and I didn't quit. That's all I cared about.

"Will Run For One More Phase"