Well, my glorious blogger people, I hit two personal records in the same week. Setting any humility that I may have aside, I will attempt to brag here a bit.
Personal Record #1: I improved my personal best mile average with 2+ miles on the treadmill. Now, I don’t mean to brag, but I started the year out at speed one on the treadmill with zero incline, and honestly that winded me. Yesterday’s “run” yielded an average of 14 minutes for the first two miles with zero incline, better than a speed four on the treadmill. *pats self smugly on back*
Yep. You read that right. It took me nearly 30 minutes to get a couple flat miles complete.
Ok, you can stop laughing now.
JK, I can’t stop laughing, so join me. 🙂
Fourteen minute miles is something I’m proud of. Ten years ago when I competed in local 5Ks and 1/2 marathons, that would have been laughable, in a sense. Laughable in that I could never foresee myself “letting myself go” to anything worse. But definitely NOT laughable to anyone who worked hard to get to that goal.
Like myself, a decade after competitions.
But here I am.
Personal Record #2: I can’t even type this without breaking out into a childish giggle. Personal record number two set today: getting my triceps muscle to cramp. That is a first, like ever.
*wishes I was mature enough to type this without interrupting myself with giggles*
Yes, after one attempted push up on my toes and three push ups on my knees, I resorted to 17 more against the wall. Then I took a quick break to stretch.
Then my triceps cramped (I had to google muscle diagrams, which, interestingly enough brought out muscular diagrams of Godzilla LOL. About right.) Which brought me into a fit of laughter right there on my living room carpet floor, each cramp increasing the sweetness of my laughter and the tightness of my fetal position.
I’m counting this as a personal best for two reasons: one I think it means I pushed myself harder than I ever have before. Maybe harder in the push up realm than my competitive running days (which honestly weren’t competitive. I only placed once in two years…). And two, though the low number it took to reach that cramp level is embarrassing, it is progress. Yesterday I could only do two on my knees.
Who knows what tomorrow will bring.
Cheers to those out there taking of themselves. *clink*
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