Ever wonder why 30 minutes feels so much more tickety tockety, more TIME, than 28 minutes? Well, maybe because it is actually two whole minutes more. But I'm thinking it's because we can call it a HALF HOUR. Yeah, I just ran a HALF HOUR. Will I ever be running for a full hour? Nope. Never gonna happen. I'm not running for speed here. No, I'm running to keep a promise to myself; I'm running for the session to be over, finito, done. Done feels great. The running part? Not so much. I'm not in pain (not really -- a little tightness, but not pain; not even my knees which have had issues). But I don't really enjoy the experience. Wah, wah, wah, huh? No. I do like when I'm done: how much I love the shower, the cup of tea, the book I'll be reading on my iPad.
Oh, my iPad.... or zPad as I call it. That's another topic for a non-running day. But I do love it already.
Day 1, Week 9 of "Couch to 5k in 9 Weeks" is now one for the record books. I completed 30 minutes of running with no breaks for walking except 5 minutes warm up before the timing started and 5 minutes of cool down after the 30 minutes of running ended. That's 40 minutes for a woman who hasn't really moved that much since 1969. Time to celebrate? Maybe this coming Saturday -- the LAST DAY.
For now, I'll just savor my after-run ritual. I'm off to the showers. Then tea and a book. I guess the running part brings me some bits of joy. Oh, and the losing 13 pounds so far? Not bad. Not half bad. Not even Half an Hour bad. ha ha ha.