Monday was my official Step Into Life time trial. Turns out I did 4km in 48 minutes last time, I had been counting warm up/down time when I mentioned it on facebook last week. I now have an official looking print out with my times on it No excuse for getting muddled up.
We warmed up, then all started off on the time trial and the bulk of the group quickly outpaced me. I could still see one person in the distance so I felt okay. I ran down the hills, walked up the hills and tried to stabilize my breathing on the flat. I was ready to chuck it in by halfway around when instructor said my time so far was 20minutes. Woohoo!
So I kept going running down the hills, walking up them and trying to breath on the flat. Convinced myself that puffing was okay and didn’t mean incipient asthma attack and took some Ventolin anyway to calm my anxiety.
Did the last downhill run and felt so powerful, first time I’ve run and enjoyed it. Only about 50meters but it was good.
Although it did make the last flat walk hard as I’d pushed myself more with that run and I was starting to cry with tiredness when all the rest of the group came running back from finish line to meet me.
Thanks to them I found something and ran the last bit of the flat and I did it! 4km in 40minutes.
Who knew that a time trial could be so emotional.
It is amazing what can be achieved in a few months of exercising. I started this thing to get fit, so I could keep up with my children.
Well yesterday I got up at 5am, helped girls get a birthday cake breakfast surprise ready for their dad, then went on an excursion with Heidi’s class for a couple of hours in the morning. Power walked to coffee shop and back during recess, helped the grade 1/2 students cook for a couple of hours. Went grocery shopping during the lunch break and then back to school to do some work on their website. After I picked the girls up we came home and I pulled together a lamb roast dinner and made chocolate ganache icing to go on a mud cake I’d prepared earlier.
By the end of the day the torn muscle in my right arm was protesting mightily and I did leave the dishes to wait till the next day.
But look at how much I achieved with just a little increase in fitness. I wasn’t tired and cranky (well apart from when my pain meds for the arm started to wear off).
This is why I do it, why I keep going out there and moving, even when I don’t want to. Because it pays off later on, it really does.
Hey if you want to get moving, how about entering my one month gym membership giveaway?