I still remember it. That day, I made that stupid mistake. A mistake that is hunting me and probably will kill me, till its over . . . I am going to race a Strong Viking obstacle course race in September. Why is that so special? Actually it's not, but considering the fact I can not even run to the end of my street without gasping like a fish in the desert, it may be funny. Why a blog? That's actually mainly for myself. Having all the eyes of family and friends and maybe others on my progress, is a darn hard push to pull me through. Why am I going to run this race while I don't have any stamina and hate running? Well, it happened a month ago. . . One month ago, my guy raced the Strong Viking OCR series. He trained for months to reach his level of technic and stamina. Evenings, even days, were spend to come from not so sporty to fanatic and now it was time to put it into practice. It was nervracking and so exciting at the same time. I was supporting him from the sidelines, screaming like a mother at a soccer game, gave all kinds of useless cues. 'Cause lets face it, what do I know?! He did a great job, made it heroically to the finishline and while I was hugging his muddy ass, I spurted by accident; "this is something I want to do too!" Mistake, stupid mistake, huge mistake. But now I said it, and as the ego goes, I will. Drag me over that finish! Safe my ego. Filled with regret, my first try-out run came with the morning chirping birds.
I did felt energetic, probably still a little high on his victory. It surprised me how long it takes to get ready for a run. First finding my running shoes I bought five years ago, then my sportswear, hair up in a pony tail, and of course my headphone. Where is my cap? And maybe some water? Maybe I need a small backback, because I also need my Phone and house keys. Although, I've never seen anyone running on the streets with a backback?! . . . 20 minutes later. . . Or is this just me? Well lets forget about all that and just go. Stepping outside, cold but sunny, gave me some hope it may not be so bad. Confidantly I started with a slow paced warm-up. After two minutes I truely felt I got this down. I enjoyed the sinery, the quiet city streets at this time and with my new goal in front of me. After a while I felt my breath high in my chest, sweat dripping along my nose and heavy legs. I had to slow down (translation; stop and gasp for air with my hands on my knees). But wow! What a succesful first run I just had! Must be 20 minutes in one go! Out of breath but with much pride and confidant I grabbed my Phone out of the backpack. Shock. Just 6 minutes. Thats it?! 6 minutes?! I'm half dead (yes I am a negative glass-looker at the moment) and I just shambled 1 km!? That's a terrible head bang against reality's shield wall . . . Even a shower and a coffee couldn't cheer me up. This is bad shit. How can I train to be better, if I'm not even less than good?! I don't even have a starting point to build on. How can I ever reach the level of those powerful OCR ladies like Amelia Boone and Rose Wetzel. I can't. But I made a promise to myself. I am going to run the Obstacle race and I will finish. Even if it takes me 16 hours and I have to crawl over that freaking finish line. So, here a shout out to everyone! Please, keep me motivated and supervised! Drag me over that finish! Safe my ego! Digital yelling is allowed. Thanks 😊 Next time: OCR training as a rookie . . . Have you ever run a obstacle course race? I've never.
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