I am not a runner. I have never run a mile without stopping. I've tried to run before. Once I made it all the way through the first day of the Couch Potato to 5K program. When I heard that several of my friends are training for a half marathon, my reaction was
good for them. There was an open invitation to me, but I thought the possibility was laughable at best. Yesterday, my friend asked me again if I would like to train with them. I laughed. Then I thought,
Maybe I will do it. It couldn't be that
hard. I decided to think about it. When we got to our small group dinner about 30 minutes later, there were four different types of bread and potato soup for dinner. I decided the carbo-loading was a sign.
So, I'm training for a half marathon. Today I took the only sensible course of action and went to the local running store. I bought some super
cute shoes. I also picked up some
compression sleeves (like socks without the foot part). I thought as long as I am going to be ridiculous, I might as well look the part too.
I wanted to get the pink ones, but they only had black in my size. These are mostly because I have circulation issues in my right leg (also known as my fat leg) due to valve damage caused by a blood clot several years ago. This leg tends to cramp more, so I thought I would try this to see if it will help.
Day 1 of Training/torture:
With my new shoes and sleeves, I went to the Rose Bowl to walk/run the track. I was using an app called Run Keeper, which was way too good at telling me how painfully slow I was going. Other indications of my snail's pace were how many people passed me. Here is a partial list of people who passed me (sometimes twice):
- obviously serious runners
- woman pushing newborn in stroller
- older man with a tiny dog
- woman pushing newborn twins in stroller
- four year old on a bike
I was alternating walking and running, with more walking than running. I did the three miles averaging 15 minutes per mile. One of the things that helped me go faster for a while was a creepy old man on the golf course. After he started yelling things at me, I decided the faster I went, the faster I would get away from him. This gets at my basic philosophy of running--it's easier to do if something is chasing you. If anyone has a bear that I could borrow to train with, let me know.
Stats:
Distance: 3 miles
Duration: 47:16
Average Pace: 15.21 minutes/mile
Average Speed: 3.91 mph