Walking NOT Running
Mortified is my word for this week ..... Walking not so confidently on the treadmill this morning, I sadly reminisced over how I used to shoot along at between 5:00 - 6:00 mins/km depending on how I felt(alrighty stop chuckling, I know that isn't exactly lightening speed but it was for me). Now I am walking, pumping my arms vigorously to try and keep up with the pace of 9 mins/km :-( puffing my way along. Then I have to chuckle as I think of the times I would be streaking along and glance with a smirk at the slow coach next to me. Thinking to that person "let go of the bar and you will get more out of your workout", well now I am that person holding onto the bar as I hit the uphills. On a positive note, going at a slower pace has allowed my mind to wonder over many topics. In the past my mind would be calculating my next breadth, the pace I was going at and if I would make 4km's in 20 minutes if I just pushed my legs that little bit harder. Hmmm, I am liking the ...