A big thanks to everyone who commented on the binge eating entry. I’m now sure that I am not a binge eater, but I found everyone’s personal experiences with binging to be fascinating and educational. The internet is always much smarter than me. And dumber sometimes too. Strange that.
Nine minutes and thirty seconds. Do you know what can happen in nine minutes and thirty seconds? I can run a mile! Some of the more athletic among you might be wondering, “Why is she bragging about that time? My three-legged dog can run faster than that.” Well yeah, because he has three legs. I’ve only got two. Duh. For me 9:30 is smokin’ fast.
Lately I’ve been running three miles in 33 minutes, but yesterday I wanted to see how fast I could go if I pushed all my energy into a one mile burst. By the time the treadmill display switched from 0.99 to 1.00 miles, I doubt I could have run any farther unless I was being chased by a bear or a man with an axe or even worse, a bear with an axe. Maybe if woodland creatures were well armed we’d all be faster runners. Back in high school I think the best I ran was a 14 or 15 minute mile. My high school was obviously not situated near a forest or a zoo with poor security.
The more weight I lose, the more I’m finding that my fitness goals are becoming more important than my weight goals. If I had to chose between weighing 160 pounds or running a 9-minute mile, or dare I dream an 8-minute mile, I think I’d go for the speed. Reading about Debbi training for a mini-marathon has got me thinking I should try to run next year’s Indianapolis 500 mini-marathon, which is evidently the biggest mini in America. Who knew? (Besides Wikipedia which knows everything that’s true and some things that are false too.) It’s pretty popular. This year’s registrations sold out in December. And now that I have mentioned it I know you all will make me do it or you shall taunt me forever as a quitter and call me Quitty McQuits-a-lot.
My focus on fitness over weight began back in the fall when I learned I could run for periods of time longer than a TV commercial break. It’s hard to think of yourself as an athlete when all you can manage to do is walk. As my body has become more functional I find myself wanting to take it out for a spin, though I haven’t ever actually done a spinning class. Losing weight is nice too though, and losing fat will no doubt increase my running speed since I won’t be hauling around so much dead weight. Muscle may be heavy, but at least it earns its keep. I’ve added my mile speed to my stats bar over on the right to reflect this new priority in my life.