This week was particularly hard. The running time increased exponentially (up to 20 minutes), and combine that with every day life I was afraid I would never be able to do it.
First, life seemed to catch up with me this week. Last week I described the hectic life I've been living. Well, it finally caught up with me. Apparently when I'm suprememly stressed and tired everything in my body tightens up and I have trouble getting a good breath. I guess the best way to describe would be that I'm constantly hyper-ventilating. The last time it happened was in college. Actually, it happened a lot in college. Anyway, it happened again. It's not comfortable, and I hate it. That said, it almost ended up being a good thing. Not being able to breathe will definitely force you take steps to relax and sleep a little. I finally did some yoga. I only did 10 minute segments, but I noticed after that first 10 minutes that I was feeling a bit better. Bring on the relaxing yoga!!!
Even with yoga helping me to relax, I wasn't doing so well on the program. I was still finishing it, but the second day was pretty much hell. I only had to jog for 8 minutes, but I thought I would pass out before the end. I got the dreaded stomach stitch after 2 minutes, and I couldn't catch my breath at all. Well, I couldn't catch my breath before I started running. Why should I be able to after I run?
When I went for the third run, the 20 minute run, I was really scared. I was breathing better by then. Even though Cody was so sick 2 days earlier, yoga and knowing he was feeling better was helping me relax. Plus, I got some extra sleep because I was spending time just relaxing with Cody and making sure he got plenty of love. Anyway, I was still scared. I really wanted to do it, but day 2 had been so hard. Would I be able to handle it?
I was shocked when I looked at the clock on the treadmill and it had already been 10 minutes. I was just starting to feel tired / breathe hard, but continuing seemed fairly easy. Then it was 15 minutes. Ok, I was really tired by this part, but I'd made it this far. I wasn't quitting. Eighteen minutes and I felt like dying. I could feel the stomach stitch coming on. Keep going. Keep going! Ouch! KEEP GOING!
Finally, I saw 20 minutes. Sweat was dripping, breathing was hard, but I did it. That's the longest I've ever run, and it felt good to know I'd accomplished it. I'm extremely grateful that week 6 back tracks a little. I'm not entirely certain I could do that 20 minutes again without warming up to it. Anyway, at least I did it once. On to week 6! Oh, and let's hope for a little more sleep and a little less stress.