Come at me health!
I'm a jogger, I'm fortunate enough not to have found a murder victim on my route yet, I'm still a pork chop.
Those last bits are irrelevant to what I'm going to talk about.
Something amazing happened the other day when I took Josie for a run. I run further without getting puffed. I'm still relatively new to this whole running thing, I can only sprint for about 5 minutes which is I figure long enough to escape murderers, scary clowns and Jehovah's witnesses. (No offence to any J.W's out there) and I can jog for about 15 minutes before I need to puke. Then I walk for 4 minutes (the time it takes to catch my breath) and start jogging again. I keep doing this until I've done at least 5k's, sometimes I do 10, but then I need to inhale a big mac and a large coke so my body doesn't go into shock.
But when I was jogging with Josie I realized I had reached my usual marker, the place I aim to get to before stopping, and I wasn't even tired. I felt like I had just started, I COULD KEEP GOING! It was like a weird adrenaline rush knowing I wasn't a fat sweaty ball of death, gasping for air and holding the stitch in my side like I had to keep my ribs from falling out. I ran another full 18 minutes, a personal best smashing my old run record by a full 12 minutes. I more than doubled my usual run time in one fell swoop.
But why did having my dog running along side me make a difference? Upon returning home I did my warm down, gave Josie some water and sat down on the couch with half a pizza. Said half pizza devoured I pondered the implications of having a dog run with me. For one I noticed that while running I was more focused on her, going at her pace, encouraging her, making sure she was still following me. I didn't have time to focus on how out of breath I was, how much my legs ached or even watching the butt of the jogger infront of me thinking 'Damn you skinny woman and your perky arse!'
I felt so good while running, watching my puppy tumble along beside me my mindset was different. I was too busy adoring her I forgot to be negative about my fitness, telling myself I couldn't go any further.
I realized when it comes to running I have previously been my own worst enemy. Not believing in myself and letting my mind tell my body it was tired.
I cannot wait for my run tonight, I'm going into it positive, I know what my real marker is now and it's a lot further from home than I expected.