Despite the troubles I’ve been having with binging and dieting this year, I’ve pretty much kept up my workouts. Though I’m not anywhere near my old 6-7 day/week workout schedule, I still manage to get 4-5 workouts in. One drawback that I’ve noticed, though, is that the intensity of my workouts is WAY down, and as a result, I’ve lost a degree of my cardiovascular fitness.
Case in point: running a 10 minute mile. Yesterday, after my husband and I ran about 8 minutes, then commenced walking, I mentioned that one of my goals is to run a 10 minute mile. Now, about 2 or 3 months ago, I was running 30-35 minutes, 3 days per week, plus doing step aerobics/ kickboxing, and lifting weights. Lately, however, I’ve been doing a lot of walking.
Well, my husband suggested that we try it right then. Okay, I thought. I can do this. So we walked down the trail a bit, turned around, and walked to a starting point that would bring us to a mile once we returned to the beginning of the trail. We started.
I ran a 10 minute mile. It was hell. My lungs and chest hurt so much that tears welled up in my eyes and I got pissed that I had wasted this year and my fitness has suffered so much. But instead of feeling like a failure and wanting to eat everything in sight (the old might as well, I suck mentality) I really saw the abuse and disservice I’ve done to my body. As we walked to the car, my face red as cherries and my lungs one step away from hyperventilation, I thinkI got my mojo back. 🙂