Tonight's session began at 6pm, at 5.35pm I was still in my jeans & work clothes, contemplating & procrastinating. Was I TOO sore, or was I TOOO tired....... but then I remembered last nights last paragraph of my blog. I said that I would be training tonight. There is my accountability all in one. How could I get on to write tonights blog and say oh yeh by the way I was too tired, too lazy, too sore, to train tonight but ho hum ...... Yeh B********! So off I went to training, a little late (oops sorry Boss), and a little unprepared forgot the water bottle, but the biggest thing is I WENT!
Great to see the crew there. After warm up it was a 1km run sprung on us down my royal nemisis....Imperial Pde, and along Frank Street & back. Some of the group did 2km, and some did 1km. As I do marathon training I know what its like to run in the group, and I also know that its my pace, and that I don't have to keep up with the pack. I try, but I know its not a mandatory. As I approached the end of Imperial I looked left & looked right, I couldnt see anyone. I remembered Ian's instructions something about Baker St.... so I headed that way, and soon came across the encouraging smiles of the girls n guy running back from there turn arounds. I no longer feel alone.
Heading back up Imperial I tripped on a reflector, and this was enough to jolt the nerves a little. It gave me a fright more then anything. As I looked up at the shadows at the top of my nemisis, I was having a number of thoughts.... 1. Can you believe your breathing..... 2. You nearly fell arse up......
3. Last again Jacks but your doing it...... SO those thoughts became a little more angry as I neared the top. I can remember Ian talking to me, something about run 10 power walk 10, imagine the line is a rope pulling you up the hill. I was determined not to stop. As I arrived there, and began the decent back to our training session I started to feel the emotions coming. The girls were so encouraging, but I was not sad, I was proud that I had done that hill, and backed up after Sunday! I also learnt that breathing through the tears, and running is very empowering.
I continued on to blitz the rest of the session. I always feel a little sorry for my training buddy, as I am not the fastest sprinter at the session so they end up doing more burpys or skipping longer. But the one thing I can say is I am doing my best to bust my butt, and they know it. Official Training Time: 43 minutes. Max Heart Rate: 180. Polar Results: 58.05 minutes - 510kCAL Average HR 148 Max HR 180!!!
I am continually amazed by the abilities my body can do, even though its been hidden under layers of unhealthy fat for so many years. I got my first fortnightly report from Step Into Life tonight.... I must say I was quite impressed :) Can't wait to see it improve x
Next Training Session for me is: Weights tomorrow afternoon, and KICKBOX Thursday night.

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