Yesterday was so easy I thought I was going to do really great today.
Guess I was wrong.
..
Drove home, changed into shorts, a really tight BBI shirt. Got my running shoes on and drove off to the oval.
Specific instructions for the day were:
1) Load up on energy
2) Don't stretch before running (I have no idea why)
3) Run 1 minute
4) Walk 2 minutes
I asked Jubs to define running, because I said yeah I can run 20mins straight, just that I feel like scuffing all the time.
Turns out that isn't running at all. Running should be fast, like a 9 or a 10 at least on the threadmill he says. Damnit. And I'm usually on 4. hahahaha.
So after a warmup walk of 3 minutes, and without stretching at all, I ran. As fast as I could. I was actually concerned about cramping up, since I haven't stretched not one bit.
But I didn't. I was pretty conscious of the time so I kept looking at my watch, checking if I was running a minute already. A minute is actually pretty long when you're running for dear life.
At the end of the first minute, I was panting like a hippo after mating. My face was flushed, my ears wear really hot. I was literally running after breath. It's good that I am given 2 minutes of walking after that run.
At the end of 2, I started running again. Felt my legs burn. I didn't know there would come a point in my life where I will actually, sincerely regret having quarterpounders. I was literally wishing for a third lung.
Hingal na hingal.
I thought, and I'm supposed to do this 10 times??? (30 mins).
Damn!
Walked 2.
After 3 or 4 sets, I came to realize that I had that pace. 1 min run was around 200 meters or half an oval, 2 min walk was another.
I finished 10.
Little did I know running could be this fulfilling. I was praising the high heavens for even letting me live after that excruciating 30 mins.
Definitely looking forward to walk easy 30 tomorrow.
I love interval running.
- Rye
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