My. legs. are. jelly. Shaking, aching jelly. Isn’t that a pretty picture?
Since starting training for my first 5k, I haven’t been running close to 3 miles except once, which was at a comfortable, slooww pace. Being that the 5k is going to be here before I know it, I needed to up the ante.
I knew I needed to run 3 miles, but I didn’t want to fun the 21 laps around the track (boring), so I decided to hit the treadmill. I turned the volume up on my Ipod and started running.
1.5 miles in, I thought I was going to quit. I actually love using my music as a way to pass the time, but I couldn’t stand the sound of it when things were getting tough. Plus, I kept saying out loud, “You can do it!” Yeah, I definitely appeared sane, right?
By the time mile two rolled around, I knew I could finish it. Then, something crazy happened. I decided to speed things up. I don’t know what got into me, probably some thought like “Let’s get this over with!” So, I ran as fast as my little ol’ legs could take me and finished in under 30 minutes! I was psyched…oh and super sweaty.
P.S. That’s a Teen Vogue magazine on there. I definitely had slim pickings at the gym. I also didn’t even know this magazine still existed!?
After my sweaty self got home, I showered and made a massive quesadilla. The avocado I wanted to mash on top wasn’t ripe, so I had to stick with a mixture of dark kidney beans and reduced-fat cheddar. No worries, I’m a huge cheese lover through and through.