So before I start playing catch up with tumblr and get all distracted, I need to tell you guys how the first WRA clinic went.
In a word, crazy.
And the craziness started way before the clinic. When my car started smoking Tuesday, I put it in the shop and left my house key in my purse. I thought. When I got my car back today and headed home to change clothes and wolf down some dinner, I discovered that my keys were in fact in my coat pocket hanging on the hook in the kitchen. GREAT. Plus I had to pee bad, like considering dropping trow behind a bush bad. I tried breaking in the back window, but two holes in the screen later, I gave up. Luckily, the parents live less than a mile away with my spare key. So eventually I got in.
Getting there and parking wasn’t so bad, even though the parking lot on holds about 250 and there were 500 people supposed to show up. I found my aunt after an unfortunately awkward (for me) incident with a complete stranger. The groups weren’t very well identified, so it’s a little bit of a madhouse. We’re supposed to walk the track until the actual session starts, but 30 minutes of warm up walking is a lot for me. I’d rather just get down to business.
So finally it was time to stretch. There was no bullhorn, no loud speakers, just one girl trying to yell over 500 chattering women. They gave us our signals for each group; luckily Beginner Bs had a foghorn vs a whistle signal. Much easier to recognize. The only thing that really irked me was that our group was going to opposite direction from everyone else. What kind of sense did that make? So there was a lot of dodging of oncoming traffic going on.
There are five intervals. Tonight was 4min walking, 1min running. In ten weeks, it’ll all be running. Tonight that seems a little daunting. By the fifth running minute (when their horn went out and we ran for about two minutes), I was feeling the burn consistently. Truthfully, I was dying to stop. But I made it through the whole thing.
I’m kind of disappointed in just how far backward I’ve gone. I feel worse off than I did when I started running four years ago. And while this could send me into a tailspin of doubt, I’m actually using this disappointment as motivation. I’m going to finish this clinic and at the end I’m not going to be disappointed anymore.
Ugh, long post. If you made it through, ten awesome points!