I ran 10k yesterday. I wanted to make sure I could do it before entering a race in March, so I tested the water and made it across.
I ran well, maintaining a strong pace and not walking once. I even finished my third mile in less than seven minutes. I finished the entire 10K in about an hour according to the treadmill, and in less than an hour according to my apple watch. I made sure to hit the mark on the treadmill to give myself no excuses that I didn’t do it. I know now that I can definitely run a 10K if I needed to, but I want to get a good time on my race. I also want to increase my distance so I can run a half marathon, and eventually the LA marathon in March of next year.
After running, I was definitely exhausted. And I also wasn’t ready for the amount of calories I burned. I burned somewhere between 700 to 800 calories running, which is a significant amount considering I am often at a calorie deficit at the end of the day. Now that I’m vegan, it’s hard to meet my calorie necessities everyday. And compound that with running, it becomes increasingly difficult as I increase my distance.
I used to run 5k back in San Marcos, and I remember I would gradually get faster with every run. I finished my first 5K in 50 minutes. That’s horrible. Now, I can run 5K in less than 30 minutes, which is a lot better than where I started. I can visualize myself getting faster and faster over time if I continue to work at it.
I’ve progressed a lot from where I started, but I’m not where I want to be yet. I continue to spend time pursuing a better body through repetition, discipline, and sacrifice. I don’t spend time watching much television anymore and I quit social media so I can spend more time on blogging and working out. I want to be strong, and I’m more convinced than ever that I need to put my full attention into this in order to achieve a better life.
I took a break from lifting weights this week because of the pain in my neck. It hurts when I turn, and I don’t want to lift any more weight so I don’t put myself at risk for injuring myself even further. I can still run thought, so for now that will have to do.
I’m tired, to say the least. My body hurts. I’m beaten, sore, and just plain exhausted. I want to rest, but I know if I rest for too long, my body will regress, and I don’t want that to happen. But I need to heal. There’s a fine line between laziness and recovery, and I want to make sure I’m doing what I can to achieve the best benefits.
I’ve been keeping myself busy everyday though; working, running, working out, or doing something active to stay in shape has kept me busy. I’m better than I once was, but nowhere near where I want to be, so I know I have to keep progressing. I have to trust in the process, and continue moving forward despite not witnessing immediate gratification. Eventually, I’ll get to where I want to be. Happy.