Power of the Mind
About 2 months ago I targeted three BRRC events as goals to motivate me to get out and do some exercise. They were a 5k, 10k and 15k each a fortnight apart. The last was always going to be a stretch. The first two I was able to do relatively comfortably but the last fortnight (the fourth of my six chemo cycles) has been my toughest so far. This last week my feet have been constantly swollen and I have struggled to keep my eyes open as a deep lethargy seem to engulf me. On Wednesday night, I walked the 800m up to the High School for a function and arrived as if I had just run 10k. In a week I had managed to get out for a run only once and I really thought I had no chance of making it out for a run on Sunday let alone 15k.
But Friday morning I woke and the feet weren't swollen so I went out for a run but could only manage 5k at over 6:00 m/Ks and really struggled at the end. I didn't run Saturday and I really thought there was no hope and I wasn't even considering going. But Saturday night, I thought well I may as well just go along and start and see how far I get. I can always pull out at anytime so no harm done. The goal I had planted in my head was causing me to make these decisions.
I awoke on Sunday and the feet weren't swollen so off to the races I went. I started slow and just kept chugging away. The first 5k loop was 29:27 and I was feeling OK so I started off on the second lap. I managed that in 30:00 and really to my total surprise I wasn't feeling that bad so committed myself to the third lap which I managed in 29:56. So a nice steady pace all the way did the trick.
Thanks to the wonderful Clairie for the encouragement out on the course and accompanying me over the final 500m.