Wednesday, June 30, 2010

If At First You Don't Succeed....

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One of the things that I have done my best to instill in the wee ones - especially Mister Man who is a perfectionist and doesn't want to even try the first time if he doesn't think he'll succeed - is that true success only comes with practice. You have to work at it, and it isn't always easy.

When you try and then fail, that doesn't mean you give up. Instead you try again, change tactics, get help, or just plain old practice until you get it right.

More important than telling them this though is having them see it in practice. And I'm giving them some good practice right about now.

I've been working on doing the C25K for ohhhh about two years and three months now. No joke. I got really close in July two years ago, but life got in the way and I got away from it, just hit or miss running.

I recently got serious about doing it again - and I'm signed up for my first 5K while at BlogHer (gulp) in August (gulp - heat!). It has been going fairly smoothly. While the weeks' runs haven't been super easy, I've been able to do them.

Until last Wednesday.

Last Wednesday was my twenty-five minute run. I'd done the prep work up through Week Six Day Two. On that Day 3, however, it all fell apart. A couple minutes in, my ponytail was starting to loosen, and I can't run with my hair flopping all over (my lack of sweating is a big part of that). I paused to redo my ponytail, as I haven't yet mastered the art of running on a treadmill and fixing my hair, or at least not without falling off the treadmill.

I began running again, but shortly after the five minute mark, my shoe came untied. And running with an untied shoe? Well, you just can't do that. And thus my run was broken. Before I finished my twenty-five minutes, I'd stopped for a total of four times. I was disappointed, as it was my first failure at the C25K.

I had a great set of excuses: I hadn't slept enough lately, I didn't eat a protein breakfast that morning, I couldn't get my calf to stretch, the gym was too hot that day, I had forgotten my water bottle in my car, I was focused on doing too much that day before I headed to St. Louis, etc etc. But all that really meant is that I didn't do what I was supposed to.

After my run, I headed down to the Build-A-Bear event (a post on that coming shortly) and although I brought my workout stuff, I never found the time to run before we left my in-laws' house on Sunday.

Monday I was back to it, however. I figured that doing the 25 minute run after having been off for several days wasn't going to happen, so I decided to repeat Week 6 Day 2 - my two ten minute runs. I did my first ten minute run, although it wasn't easy. Five minutes into my second ten minute run, I was gassed. I had to stop and walk for a bit. Unlike previous times, however, where I'd stopped to walk but then managed to finish my run after a period of relative rest, my legs weren't cooperating. Major fail.

I focused on getting sleep and making sure I had a good breakfast so that today's run would go better. Last night, I had softball, but that shouldn't impede me too badly. Oh, except for when I was messing around before an inning and took a ball off my shin just above my ankle.

Ow. It got the muscle I use every time I flex my foot, so even walking was somewhat painful. I dreaded my run today - another attempt at that Week 6 Day 2 - and now I had perfect excuse. The bruise on my leg would keep me from being able to do it.

Uhhhh note to self: do not turn to talk to someone while manning first base and waiting for the shortstop to throw you the ball!

Last night, I couldn't fall asleep. I woke up early this morning and couldn't fall back asleep and was exhausted. And yet I made myself go out and run - thinking not only of Melisa dutifully doing her runs but also Mister Man and what I preach to him.

The first five minutes of my run seemed to last forever - and not only because the tv in front of me seemed to be on perpetual commercial mode. I got through that and kept going and finished that first ten minute run. Once I got to the one mile mark, it didn't feel so bad - something I've noticed about running in the past. When the music cued me to start up on my second run, I did it.

It was really hard. I kept talking myself through various points:

Just run until you hear that Day One is going to stop their eight minute run - you will have done three minutes at least.

You can run three more minutes while Day One is walking; three minutes is nothing in the grand scheme of thing.

Hey you've only got four minutes to go; you've done more than three quarters of your running.

Day Two is the first one to finish running for the day, and that will feel good.

And then... my iPod froze (again). I had no music and nothing telling me when to stop and start. Fortunately, knowing this happens with my iPod when I run for more than eight minutes at a time, I had checked the treadmill to see when I had started that second ten minute run. I can't watch the timer though, or it kills my motivation. Instead, I focused on the tv.
It's ok, just get through this set of commercials until the next tv show comes on.

Ok, let's see if you can do it to the first break. You know you'll be done before the first break on the show.

Ok, maybe not the first break, but at least until the first contestant starts playing his individual game (this is the part where I admit to watching the tv that has The Price Is Right on it).

Finding those little milestones in my big goal got me through it, and I did run my full second ten minutes. Week 6 Day 2 is now complete. I'm ready for my twenty-five minute run on Friday.

Well, except that I'm donating blood tomorrow afternoon. I wonder how donating blood will affect it... nah, I can't use that excuse!


Kori June 30, 2010 at 9:35 PM  

I can barely muster up the energy to make myself WALK these days-so I admire your persistance.

Alexis AKA MOM June 30, 2010 at 11:11 PM  

You my dear amaze me and what a powerful message you're showing them.

OMGosh hun that looks like it really hurts!

WeaselMomma July 1, 2010 at 5:19 AM  

You're doing great!
That bruise on your leg looks mighty painful.

Karen July 1, 2010 at 6:40 AM  

If your kids have half your drive, they'll do well in life. Mister Man has quite the role model should he need inspiration.

Melisa Wells July 1, 2010 at 6:53 AM  

Your leg? OUCH.

Try not to look at it as "failure"; it's just a "setback".

And remind me that I said that, in about a week. :)

You're doing GREAT!

Sherry @ Lamp Unto My Feet July 1, 2010 at 12:21 PM  

Ow! That bruise looks painful!

I admire you for your determination. I'm trying to just into walking presently, because I have issues with doing upper body workouts.


Kathleen July 1, 2010 at 8:47 PM  

Hey hun, just stopping by to let you know I gave you a blog award.


Michelle July 1, 2010 at 10:03 PM  

Kori - I'm nothing if not persistent. And some days... I'm nothing ;)

Alexis - Here's hoping they soak it in. They may not get the positive, but I know they'd get the negative if I gave up.

WeaselMomma - Thanks! And ummm yeah. It's pretty special. And painful.

Karen - I know Little Miss does (now to ensure she uses it for good), and I want to reinforce it with Mister Man especially.

Melisa - Ummm yeah. My leg. Go me. I have a hard time seeing setbacks as other than failures... but you knew that already.

Sherry - Aww, thanks! And the good news (sorta)? I was deferred from donating today due to low iron, so no worries (ha!) about the run tomorrow.

Kathleen - awww thank you! I appreciate it.

Mrs4444 July 2, 2010 at 9:44 PM  

I'm guessing you learned that you are not allowed to do any strenuous exercise after donating blood!haha

I really love the podcasts and have recommended them to friends already. Unfortunately, though, I can't run for a minute--I have a weird and horrible pain in my right hip when I hit about 30 seconds. :(

septembermom July 5, 2010 at 9:04 AM  

You are one determined lady! I admire your gumption. Gumption? Now that's a word I never use :)

Michelle July 10, 2010 at 10:51 PM  

Mrs4444 - Ummmm yeah. I came *really* close to passing out after doing my first spin class the day after donating blood.

Kelly - I love that word. Well, ok so I love lots of words... they're fun to say!

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