ATTQOTD: Oh that's a fun trip down memory lane.
My first memories of running are not happy ones. When I was in high school, we moved into a new, larger house. My parents bought a treadmill for one of the rooms. I was always the heavy kid growing up, and that continued through my teenage years. A combination of an insatiable appetite brought on by anti-anxiety and anti-depression meds coupled with the typical bottomless pit of a growing teenage boy meant my waistline continued to expand. I don't really know how much I weighed back then, but not only could I not stop eating, I also was a sedentary person. I liked reading and video games. I liked school. I hated PE and sports, never even watched them on TV. Friends came over and we'd play video games or watch movies or TV. Lots of inside activities - also because it was the deep south and high temperatures regularly broke 90.
At some point, my mom took notice of my weight, and forced me to exercise as a condition of seeing friends - I had to do a mile on the treadmill. It didn't matter how slow or fast I did it, walk, run or both - it had to be a mile. I quickly ran as much of it as I could to get it over with. I remember figuring out if I set the speed setting to 5 (whatever that meant), that was the jogging speed I could maintain for most of the mile to get it over with the fastest.
On top of that, as a junior in high school, we had a PE period with the football coach. One part of the class involved walking and running, and the big "test" was to complete a mile on the track (4 laps). Mind you, again, this is the deep south, temperatures are regularly pushing 90, and this class was mid-morning, well enough into the day that temperatures were already soaring. When it came time to do the test run, I knew nothing about pacing myself. All I knew was that treadmill. But being on a track with other people - my peers - my friends, bullies, all of them - is far different than a treadmill. I went out way too fast and burned out by the second lap. I fell all the way to the back. I remember the guy in last place was very out of shape. He was both taller and heavier than I was, and he was clearly struggling. And I was doing even worse. I was determined not to finish after him. I had to walk most of the last lap, but I had enough for a last ditch burst of speed to finish just ahead of him. I don't remember my time, it was probably in the 18:00 range.
So, needless to say, I was rather turned off from running for a while. And exercise in general.
When I hit my 20s, I was again rather overweight, and decided to do something about it before it was too late. For good this time. My hometown had a nice paved walking path in front of the hospital, so I started walking. Then, gradually, I started running, because I'm the kind of person that always seeks efficiency and in my mind running was better than walking. (Let's face it, I probably was also exercising some past demons. Heck, I still exercise those demons almost every time I run today.) I don't remember exactly when this was, but based on what I remember in my life, I was probably 24, so sometime in 2011. A couple of years later, I downloaded RunDouble, one of a growing number of couch-to-5k apps in the Android app store. And I just re-downloaded it today for this post, and wouldn't you know it still has the same 10-year-old Android style!
It appears my first go-around with RunDouble has been lost to history. Syncing data back then was always a little weird and I recall losing my progress more than once when I switched phones. Syncing today reveals my earliest surviving recorded run is week 9, the week where you run a full 5k for 3 days, separated by a rest day. This was on August 28, 2017, and yeah, my pace was all over the place - not a surprise. I finished the run in 30:49, an average of 9:54/mile. There was a 5 minute warm up and cool down on either side of every run as well, something I think RunDouble got very right. Anyway, here's my earliest surviving graph:
