I'm going to kind of cheat a little for workout Wednesday and talk about an accomplishment I made yesterday.
So here's a confession....the only running I do is on the elliptical.
My whole life I have sucked at true running. I played softball when I was younger, and then again on a beer league when I was like 21. Everyone called me "Forrest". "Run Forrest, Run!!"
Here's the deal...I have really long legs. Like 95% of my body is legs. I even had a few friends in high school who called me "Leggs". 2 "g's". like 2 legs?? yeah...I'm pretty sure they might have forgotten my real name. So...when I run, it almost looks like I'm running in slow motion. It takes so long for my legs to catch up with the rest of my body. You would think I would make big strides, but I really don't. Not sure what the dilly is??
Anyway, I've always cheated at running. When I was a cheerleader yup, I know we had to run laps before practice. I don't think I made it halfway around the .25 mile track before collapsing. Then, I would walk/jog (like when it looks like you're jogging but you're really just walking. Kinda like marching in place) to make it look like I was running the rest of the way. And truth...I was captain so they couldn't really yell at me. I know, I know...cheerleading captain. I promise I wasn't like thooooose girls.
So, anyway...like I said...the only running I have done in years is on the elliptical. I like to think I can run pretty well on there. We usually run about 3.5+ miles in 35 minutes. We can even keep a steady pace of about 7.4 mph while we talk!! Which I think is a pretty good accomplishment.
The past few weeks, however, I have been wanting to push myself and run outside. My ultimate goal is to run a 5k.....someday....and that's a BIG someday...
Yesterday, I asked my workout partner, Taylor, if she wanted to run outside. My town just finished a beautiful running path that took the place of an old railroad track through the town.
I told her I wanted to start slow and we agreed upon a destination. About 1/8th of a mile into the run I was ready to quit. My pants were falling down, I was having a hard time breathing, my shins hurt...but then I turned a corner and saw our destination in the distance. And...I knew I could make it.
It was hard. Real hard!! twss
But I did it!!
It probably was only about 1/4 of a mile. Taylor thinks it might have been more. But I didn't really care. All it meant to me was that I pushed myself and did it. AND....I know I can continue to try and I can only get better!!
So there's my Workout Wednesday for you!! I think I'm back on that wagon!!