I haven't run this hard in a very long time
After twelve hours at work I really wasn't sure how good my run was going to go tonight.
I knew I wanted to run at my scheduled speed for the week (5.5 mph,) but after failing miserably yesterday, I wasn't sure how far I was going to get.
But, as I began my pre-run warm-up walk, I came to the part in my book where the recruits were suffering through “Navy Seals” like training.
Now that's brutal.
I figured, if they can suffer hours in ice cold water carrying heavy boats above their heads, and then their only rest is when they are doing push ups, heck maybe I might be able to power through my little run tonight.
So twenty two minutes in when it really began to get hard, I closed the book and pulled up the timer on my tablet showing every second tick by.
And I kept running.
I was struggling with the urge to slow down, so I began to fumble with my mp3 player looking for some inspiring rock and roll.
I can't tell you why, but cranking rock music and belting our the chorus helps a lot.
I don't know if it takes your mind off of the discomfort, or just focuses your thoughts, but yelling lyrics like “I WANT TO ROCK!” along with Twisted Sister really does help.
In fact, those songs got me so pumped up that as I neared the end or my run I decided to prolong it an additional 15% by making it a full 5K.
Yeah, now one ankle hurts and the other foot is sore, but I did it!
I know, I know, I didn't brake any records or become a member of an elite squad or anything like that.
But what I did do is still still something: After a twelve hour work day I grinded my way through a brutal but satisfying treadmill 5k, and I can't think of a better way to finished up run number eighteen.
Well, except to say that today's score is: Shawn 1, Couch 0.
And now it's off to the second job…
Written by Shawn Tierney, a Fat Man who Runs in hopes of becoming less fat!