47 days ago I was sitting in Zizzi’s eating pizza and texting my trainer. He wasn’t my trainer then, we were just arranging to go out for a hike.
He said not to worry, he wouldn’t make me do any sprinting. I replied back that I couldn’t even if I wanted to, because I just can’t run. And it was true. Some time last year I was thinking about running and my brother said ‘just try!’ So I did, and his response was ‘what the hell was that?’ I don’t know what it was, but it wasn’t running. Or even jogging for that matter.
My trainer’s response?
Six-and-a-half weeks later I’m sitting here thinking back to yesterday’s training session, still trying to take it all in really. Last week, during the first part of the course we use, my trainer was surreptitiously taking note of all the places I had to stop to catch my breath before we reach the bottom of the Hill of Doom. There were a fair few of them.
Yesterday, I reached the Hill of Doom without stopping. That’s 1.9-something miles, in one go. I’m currently about two weeks ahead of where my trainer thought I’d be by now, and that feels absolutely incredible.
After traipsing up the Hill of Doom, which even most seasoned runners have to walk up, we did some sprinting. I was told to kind of flick my legs up towards my butt, because that would make it easier. Which sounds like lies, because how could putting more effort into something make it easier? But it’s true! After 6-ish weeks of mostly just jogging, I was actually doing PROPER running!
I just can’t believe how much progress I’ve made in such a short space of time, I never imagined that I’d be at this point by now or, well, ever.
My trainer is having a rest day today as he went out without me this week while I was getting my car sorted and taking my mum to her appointments, so I’m heading out on my own to the different park because I must have those three sessions under my belt per week. After all, I can see now that when my trainer says ‘consistency is key!’ he’s bloody well right.
My local park is flatter than the usual place so it’ll be interesting to see how the times compare to the last time I went. Though I am wary about the direct comparison because I am really aching from yesterday.
Well, there’s nothing for it. We’ll continue this when I get back…
That was tough. But it was oh so worth it. My previous best split time for this particular route was 13:02. Today my fastest was 12:50!
There are also other improvements I’ve noticed – my recovery times are getting a lot quicker, especially when it comes to getting my breath back, but on a less-exercise-related note I’m less anxious about working out alone and even had a short conversation with a lady about the distance around the park without feeling awkward or shy.
After I’d done my 5k I took one last stroll around the park to cool down and take pictures.
I couldn’t have picked a better day for it.
Tomorrow I have something a bit naughty planned. Me and my trainer are having a rest day and hanging out together with good food, good wine, good company and hopefully a good film. I’m hoping that with his influence I’ll be able to do that thing I’ve been trying to do since starting this blog – only having one night ‘off’ rather than being bad several days before, and taking several more days to get back into the swing of things.
Normally I would have started the bad eating by now, and I haven’t even been tempted. This might just be the time it works!
Now I have a veritable mountain of things before I prepare for my last shift of the week.
Thanks for reading,