Today I ran on the treadmill again. 20 minutes running for a total of 35 minutes.
Those last few minutes are HARD. For the first 15 minutes or so, it’s not too terribly difficult to convince myself to keep running. Sure, occasionally I hear that voice that says “just stop! walk! it’s not that important!” But during those first few minutes, I can convince myself to keep running.
It’s during those last 5 minutes or so that I struggle. That’s when I have to muster everything I have to quiet that voice. Usually I wind up counting, and I tell myself I won’t let myself stop until I make it to 1000. (Usually in 5 minutes, I get to 600 or 700.) I don’t like counting- in a way it makes the time drag even slower. But at the same time, it’s the only way to fill my mind with something other than “SLOW DOWN! WALK! QUIT!” And it works.
I am hoping that it gets easier. I really want to keep running and I really want to run farther. But it’s a little discouraging for those last 5 minutes to be so hard. I will keep going, though.
I actually need to start running outside, which makes me a little bit nervous. It’s silly, but at the same time, it’s different and I still can hardly believe I can run at all. It’s a different surface, with different surroundings, and just… different!