Today I’m feeling proud of myself.
When I first started going to the gym I could barely run 3 minutes without the ankle giving me trouble. Now it’s a very different story.
I worked up to 10 minutes, running at 9.0 (whatever that is). Then I worked up to 9.5 and then did 11 mins.
Today I set the machine for Heart Rate, 11 mins @ 9.5.
The treadmill turned. 9.5, Nah, lets try 10. Okay – I can do this. I’m aiming for 2 k in 11 mins.
At 1.90k the machine decided I’ve reached my maximum heart rate…
I DON’T THINK SO.
Kept jogging on the spot. Machine back on as quick as I could. Back to 10 and for some reason set for 10mins even though I only had 0.2k to go.
So what did I do?
I just kept on running!
I’ll do to five mins I said, well that’s another 0.85.
Might as well do the last 0.25…
Well, that’s another K so I’m only 0.2 off 3k now so well… Keep on running, keep on running Dory sings in my head.
So I did!
3 minute Jo is long gone. I said goodbye to her weeks ago.
3K Jo is here (for now) so there’s no excuses.
Just keep running!
5K here I come!