More like 10 minutes in hell. That’s how long it takes me to warm up enough for a run to move from wretched to tolerable.
Every. Single. Run.
Clearly the 5K is never going to be my distance. (I have a distance? What an odd concept. I’m still adjusting to the fact that I’m running, still don’t consider myself “a runner”, and yet here I am quite willing to disavow a particular distance.
At least now that the intervals are over I can get into a groove and get past the 10-minute-mark without having to stop and start all over again, but that’s still a third of my run right now during which I’m supremely miserable, as opposed to just marginally miserable.
I suppose when I get to doing longer runs, 10 minutes will be but a small percentage, but when I spend the first 10 minutes of any given workout swearing off running, why would I ever want to do longer runs?
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