I have been in a routine of hitting up the gym on friday’s after work. Not a bad routine I must say, as the gym is pretty baren on a friday night. I get to have my pick of the treadmills. 🙂
Well last friday I decided that I wanted to find my groove again. It’s been pretty hit or miss lately on how I feel when I get going. I am running a slower pace than normal, which makes my runs D R A G .
So I just started messing around with the speeds. I realized the only way I was going to go faster was to just pump up the speed.
I started off at a leisurely 5.0 for a few minutes then gradually increased to around a 5.6. I kept the speed here until I reached 1.25 miles. I seriously have a mental block until I can see that I have surpassed 1 mile.
So after that milestone, I started hiking up the speed every few minutes or so. I did this until I was up to a speed of 7, which calculates an 8:30 minute/mile pace! I kept it here for a few minutes before I had to slow it back down. But after that I was so amazed with myself. I didn’t know it was even possible for me to run faster than a 6 on the mill.
I was even more excited to see that I finished 3 miles in 31:45. Roughly the same time as the last time I felt my groove on the mill. (But then I was going about 10:00 minute miles). I felt HIGH on life after this run though. My blood was pumping, my heart was racing. Yeah! I felt like I broke some kind of personal speed record or something.
What was even more mind boggling to me was that the next day I was expecting the wrath of the speed racing to come crashing down on me. It usually does when I try something new and spunky to my body. But to my amazement there was no pain. Not a bit.
What does this mean?
I am sore after a 3 mile run in the park. Heck, I am sore after a 3 mile run on the mill. But this time I amped it up and I am not sore???
Boyfriend tells me that my body must be in it’s natural zone at that speed. Meaning it’s happy running 8:30 minute miles. And probably that is my natural pace.
All that really matters is that I accomplished something I didn’t think was possible. I pushed my body to a new limit. And succeeded. (Don’t get any crazy ideas that I am going to go out there and break any records. But I did realize that I have it in me to push a little harder and faster).
If my body wants to be happy running that pace for many many many in a row I would be more than happy. I will let you know if I get to that point!
I want to hear from you. What’s your running success moment?