Ok, so I’m pretty sure I’ve lost my mind. Ran my first “race” of any type in over 17 years, and clearly, my body is not what it used to be. Thinking I could lightly jog the measly 2-miles, I started jogging right out the gate, and in less than a half-mile, my left calf seized up, and that was that. I had to walk the rest of it, and even that was painful. I feel sorry for my girlfriend because I know she could have left me behind, and she probably should have, but she stuck with me through it.
Ended up taking us a whopping 34 minutes to complete the 2 miles, and while I’m somewhat mad at myself because, as I said during the race “the man who was smoking while having the shits in the porta-potty has beat me!” I was determined to finish it, and I did.
Clearly, my body has been in worse shape than I thought, and it was a sign that I need to take it slower. The one benefit I had though, was laughing and able to cut up, making the most out of what was honestly a miserable situation at times.
She’s got me signed up for a 4k at the end of Feb, and while that’s insane to me in many ways, I’m determined to do better than what I did today. I might have to walk the bulk if not all of it, but I’m determined to get back into shape this time.
I think I have the support system to back me up, so we’ll see how it goes from here on out. I will say though, no more getting beat by heavy smokers that have the shits. I’ll at least be beating the people with digestive issues next time!