I'm a runner too!!!
I've been running for just about a year with a few 5ks sprinkled here and there but I TOTALLY struggle. I have a hard time in training. I just can't get up to that 3 mile mark
When/if I do 5ks... I get 2 miles in and almost die. I spent the last mile of the last 5K I did, crying.
I'm about to go out now b/c I have a race on saturday . I'm PRAYING I can do this 5k under 40 minutes, which was my best time about 4-5 years ago
I don't know why I struggle so hard. I've done the couch to 5k, I've done my own stuff... you name it, I've tried..... BUT I'M NOT GIVING UP!! Running is 100% a mental game

well, that and I signed up for a half marathon in oct!
I totally hear ya! I wouldn't necessarily call myself a "runner". I
try to run. I'm never really steady unless I'm making a push for some reason. I often go months without lacing up my "business" shoes.
I'm currently on Week 7, Day 1 of the 'Ease into 5k' app. I'll be running that day tomorrow: run 20 mins, walk 3 mins, run 5 minutes w/5 minute warm-up & cool down for a total of 38 minutes. I only have 6 days left on the program. I started on 2/19. Hard to believe I'm so near the end. I've read blogs and things where others ran these types of schedules faithfully and I always admired them. My best effort prior to this was to run each "day" for a week so it wasn't like I progressed hardly at all. This time I took a stab at following a program schedule faithfully thinking when I found the proverbial wall I'd start repeating days to work thru. Amazingly, I've never hit the wall. I cannot believe it! I'll be 38 years old in June. I feel like I'm well beyond youth or anything even close to it. I'm practically pushing 40 here! Yet here I am running and I feel so good when I do.
Not gonna lie, I struggle while running, too. The breathing is what I focus on because that's the hardest part. You're right, it's totally a mental game. Running is painful for me. My whole body screams at me to stop. Every part of me tries to convince my brain to just walk. That's the mental part. I refuse. I think about whatever hurts, focus on that pain, then tell myself to resolve it. I just focus on the breathing to keep it all controlled. When I think about it, the act of running itself is torture. I hate it! But that high afterwards totally makes it worth every moment. Knowing that I'm as old as I am and can still do this is amazing. I feel like I can do anything I put my mind to. It's incredibly empowering!
The closest thing to an actual running event I've ever done was the
Castaway Cay 5k last September with Brian which dang near killed me. It was so stinkin' hot I thought I was gonna die. We didn't run the whole thing but still managed to finish in 35 minutes. We got to keep our bib numbers and had the satisfaction of having done it. I read on the forum where now they have a medal (plastic) at the finish, you get the bib #'s, AND there's a tshirt you can purchase on the island. Wish they'd had that last September! I wasn't even considering running it again this time. I was so spent from the heat last time I decided I'd keep my running on the ship in the early morning hours. Then I read about the plastic medals and tshirt (not that I can't go purchase the tshirt without running) and now I'm considering it again. I'm a nut, I know. LOL!
Here's the CC5k piece from my trip report (not posted here at the Dis). It's got pictures and tells the story pretty well:
I opened my eyes and peeked at the clock. 5:00 a.m. I glanced over at Brian’s bunk. He was still dead asleep. I’d only been asleep 3 hours at this point so I closed my eyes again hoping and praying the kid wouldn’t wake up until at least 9. Why? Because Brian & I had been running together all summer long with the goal of running the Castaway Cay 5k on Castaway Cay day. We live in a coastal climate that’s not much different than what you find at WDW in the summer. It’s hot, humid, and can be deadly. This summer was particularly brutal. In order to get our run finished before the sun was up high enough to kill us we got up at 5 a.m. all summer long. We worked hard and suffered thru a lot. 3 weeks before vacation Brian finally told us about the problems he’d been having with his knees. He told us they hurt really bad when he ran but also when he wasn’t running. He said the aching kept him up at night. Tracey did some reading and we figured it was most likely brought on by overuse. Knee pain is actually pretty common in active teens so we didn’t want to overreact. Before running him straight to the doctor we wanted to see if rest and anti-inflamatories (such as ibuprofen) would help. So for the 3 weeks leading up to our trip Brian was not allowed to go for any runs. He had to rest. We promised him if he felt up to it he could still run the CC5k but only if it improved. He had been feeling much better and was still set on running on the island. We had been trying to talk him down from it. The run didn’t start until like 9:00 a.m. and we were in the Bahamas. If we thought the heat past 7 a.m. at home was a killer, 9 a.m. closer the equator wasn’t going to be an improvement. Nothing could sway him. Brian was determined he was going to run the 5k on the island. Because I’d had so little sleep and didn’t relish the idea of running in full-on melt-your-face-off heat, I was reeeaaallly hoping Brian would stay asleep until it was too late to make it to the start. I closed my eyes and fell back into a deep sleep.
At about 6:30 Tracey and I woke up to the bed shaking like it was sitting on top of a washing machine that was on the spin cycle. WTH?!?! We looked around trying to figure out what the heck had the entire ship shaking like this. Tracey looked towards the verandah and saw the sunlight barely peeking thru the curtain edges. “We’re here! We’re pulling in!” He leapt from our bed, ran to the verandah, ripped the curtains opened, and ran outside. He called back into the room, “Yep! We’re there! That’s what it is!!!” Of course the explosion of light in the room woke the boys even if the vibration hadn’t. Brian popped up raring to go. I coulda pitched that husband of mine over the rail. Jacka$$. I wanted Brian to sleep. IIIII wanted to sleep!
There was no talking the kid down. A promise was a promise. I got out of my cozy bed, threw on my running clothes, braided my hair, brushed my teeth, and we headed up to Cabanas to put some fuel in the tanks. Chandler was tired and didn’t feel like getting up yet so he stayed in bed. After breakfast we returned to our room to grab a camera and see if Chandler was up to coming out on the island with us. Nope. He said he didn’t feel so swooft. Okee-dokee. We left him in bed while the 3 of us headed down to deck 1 to get off the ship. Tracey wanted to come with us to take pics. How sweet of him! We ended up being the 2nd family to step off the ship.
We just got here and it’s already scorchin’ hot. This must be the start:
The island itself looked better than I thought it would considering the hurricane hit it took only weeks before our arrival. The vegetation was only slightly burnt-looking. Remember how concerned I was that the vegetation would be all rotting and stinking from the salt-water inundation? It wasn’t as brutal as the stench in the marshes near us post-hurricane but I could still smell it. Thank goodness for island breezes. I wasn’t nauseated from being outside which was a relief. That smell is one I’ll never forget.
We stood around waiting for whatever was supposed to happen next to happen. We’ve never run any running event, even not-really-events like the CC5k. It’s more of a fun-run than anything. Eventually a CM showed up and handed out bibs to the participants. I don’t look real happy, do I?
Brian and another runner played with the black kitty that lives on the island. It sure was a friendly little critter. I imagine life on an island is bliss for a cat it being one biiiiiig litter box and all.
My hubby and the pic I knew he’d get. No, not of the 5k directional signs. I knew he’d take at least 1 pic of the airplane remnants.
When we came back to the bike path I knew this was gonna be a killer. We were absolutely dying. Going back in for more baking:
When we were in the bike path loop again I was hoping Tracey would head on back to the finish. Looks like he headed that way.
We weren’t far into the bike path this time before walking took over the running. I’m telling you it was brutal. 3/4 of the way thru the last lap on the bike path we came upon another chick who was also struggling with the heat. She told us she was from Scotland. Her boyfriend was a strong runner so he had gone well ahead of her. She was just trying to survive this thing. We collectively decided we were gonna finish this thing somehow and picked back up to a jog. We kept encouraging one another as we closed the distance back out on the air strip. The other girl said she wished she had us to run with all the time because we were so uplifting. So sweet! Brian & I ended up having company on the last bit of our run which was extra encouragement for us to keep moving if not for us but for our new friend. Sure enough, Tracey was waiting for us at the finish. Our new running mate was excited to make it to the end!
I cropped us out here. I had reached over to take Brian’s hand and tell him we were almost there, to give it all he had now:
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