Ran a Mile and a Quarter. Want. To. Die.
At least I can say that I wagered correctly-I did run the first half mile. Then, I walked a half mile. Then, I ran another half mile, walked a quarter of a mile and, when Hugh goaded me into it; sprinted the last quarter mile.
By the time we got back to our front porch I was wheezing like an asthmatic, my calves were cramping like a fist and my lungs burned as though they were on fire.
I am much improved today, a little sore but none the worse for wear. Of course, the soreness will increase exponentially as the day goes on, leaving me totally jacked up for boxing this evening.
On the other hand, I ran a mile and a quarter, I rulz!
Go you! The most I've ever run is half a mile at a time. And it was really more like a mild jog, hardly a timed run.ReplyDelete
Congrats on the sprint (read, you are nuts!) and running in general!ReplyDelete
Good job! Running is hard work. I follow a system similar to the "Couch to 5K" system that you can find online. The end goal of that one is to run 3 miles, but you could adjust it accordingly. It breaks the distance up into manageable pieces of alternating jogging with walking.ReplyDelete
You always gotta start somewhere and I'm sayin' way to go!ReplyDelete
Good job! At least you pushed yourself. As soon as I start breathing hard, I walk. It's no wonder I can barely increase my time!ReplyDelete