Shaving It Off #5bythe5th #13in2013

It started out like any other Sunday. I was up at 5:00 am. It's Sunday. Do I workout? Don't I? I'll pin some things while I think about it. I didn't really work out as hard as I wanted to yesterday. Maybe I should check my email. I could do my 5 by the 5th run before church. Maybe I should check Facebook. l'll work on Pilates because this test is going to be way harder than the CPT test.

After a little bit of Pilates, I threw some things in the blender and started my day. Got ready for church. This month I teach but I only had one child show up. So she wouldn't have to entertain me for an hour, I sent her to another class. I went to the adult class where I proceeded to wonder if the rest of the people were reading the same Bible as me because we just weren't clicking. James is tough.

Once I got home I knew I couldn't prolong this any more. I could either frantically take buttons off my side bar and hope that no one noticed or mentioned that all my running things weren't there any longer or I could run the 5 miles for 5 by the 5th. The five miles I hadn't trained for. At all. Unless you call sporadic one and two milers training.

After filling up my water bottle and looking for my earbuds (for twenty minutes and I still never found the right pair) I headed down to the gym. I got on the treadmill. Maybe I should Instagram a pic and let people know I'm running. Okay, that's done. But look at all these other pretty pics I need to like. Mmmmmm....okay.....must....turn....on....treadmill.

Mile one, I did a few minutes of walking to get my muscles started. I think some people may not include this in their time and start their five miles elsewhere but I really just wanted to get this over with. After the few minutes I found a pace that I could actually run. For the whole five miles. Because I'm delusional and I can barely get through half a mile without a break. I turned on my I-Pod (I almost typed out eye -- hehe!) and got to going. I told myself that I wasn't going to look at the treadmill because it would only be discouraging. I stared straight ahead. And kept running, and running, and running.

I looked down. Wait a minute...did that say one mile? Wait another minute? That didn't say 20 minutes. It didn't even say 15. Must be a fluke. Keep going. Focus on the fact that I've had three children. One without any drugs at all. I can certainly run another mile without stopping.

And I did. But I was thirsty. So I slowed down for 30 seconds, cranked it back up, and kept going. About 1/2 a mile later I realized I may have drank too much water because I really needed to potty. Even though I had gone before the run. Worlds smallest bladder folks. Or perhaps an excuse to stop? I kept going.

As I'm rounding into the 3 1/2 mile mark, my face is dripping, the hair is matted to my head. Something is trickling down my leg. Could be sweat, could be pee. I'll go with sweat. Could you imagine if I ever got to the point where I ran a marathon? I'd be the person that would be photographed with poo flying out the back of their shorts. I kept running. Took off the ear buds and whipped my shirt onto the ground. Running in my Pilates outfit was probably not the best choice. But whatev's.

At mile four I took my 30 second water break. Because I hadn't learned anything from the previous water break. Plus my legs were really numb and I couldn't feel them anyway. No no need to worry about the stuff trickling down my leg.

I was really tired and I admit that I slowed down a little. Getting to mile 5 was killing me but I'd essentially ran the whole thing. Me. The person who has been thinking that maybe her childhood asthma came back and should have that checked. Mind over matter. Of course, my mind was just thinking that I needed to get this over with. I was also thinking about really doing this. And that I could do this. And the fat melting off my body. And what I was going to eat when I was done because I was really, really hungry.

And then there it was. Five miles.



I took a second look. Could it be?

I'd looked up my January stats before I started. I thought maybe I could shave off 5 minutes since I hadn't been training. But it was more than five minutes. It was over 10 minutes. It was even a few seconds over 12.

I am awesome. And next month, in our virtual race, I might just pass you up.

So can I be like a really cool runner and say things like I PR'd? I even have blisters. And I think I may really, really like this running thing. I blame the running bloggers. It's all their fault. 

Oh, and if you came by here for a Meal Plan Menu post, here ya go:

Breakfast: Smoothies

Lunch: Salads

Dinner: Chicken or fish with some sort of side

Do you see a theme?

Small Talk:

Did you run Five by the Fifth this week? Where are you at for 13 by 2013? Virtual high-fives?