As I chronicled three weeks ago, I decided to motivate myself to kick further ass in my running program by setting a goal of collecting 200,000 steps in a week.
They said it couldn’t be done.
They called me crazy for even thinking I could push myself that hard.
They told me I’d regret even trying.
Obviously, I did it, or else there wouldn’t be much to this post. I hit 200,000 steps on a Thursday and did not dip below that magic number until this past Saturday.
And it’s not like I couldn’t have kept going. I didn’t suddenly give up on my fitness program or anything.
I just realized I had proved that I could do it, and it was time to give my body some much needed rest.
Don’t freak out. I didn’t stop running or anything.
I just stopped pushing myself to get in 30,000 steps a day.
To hit my goal on Saturday, I needed 37,000 steps. The previous Saturday, I’d run ten miles. That was awesome. I was so proud of myself.
But I was also incredibly sore for the rest of the day and then all day Sunday, when I limited myself to a four mile run.
34,000 steps is almost five times the daily goal of 7,000 steps set by the Wellness Program at work.
34,000 steps is also almost three and a half times the daily goal of 10,000 steps set by my FitBit.
So it’s not like I mailed it in on Saturday.
I just chose to stop the madness at 17 miles, rather than pushing myself needlessly to 18.5.
And that decision immediately paid off. I woke up on Sunday feeling great, and ran seven miles. I never put in more distance on Sunday than Saturday, but this week I was able to do just that because I didn’t overdo it on Saturday.
I’m still at about 185,000 steps for the week. Way above the next closest person participating in the work Wellness Program.
Sure, I still need motivation and new challenges to keep running fresh and exciting, but there’s no need to maintain 200,000.
Not now at least.
My new challenge been working on my time. I always run at a very easy pace…mostly because I’m still half asleep when I hit the road.
The last two mornings, I’ve really picked up the pace for the last mile and a half of my runs. That’s really reduced my mile time, and I’d like to continue this until I can run such a quick pace for the entire four miles.
Once I master that, I’ll come up with something new to keep me motivated.
Because right now, I am a running machine. Nothing can stop me, I’m in the best shape I’ve been in for a very long time, and I’ve got a new pair of sneakers arriving this week.
But now, it’s time to rest those sexy runner’s legs…
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