Okay, as you know I am walking in a 10K at the end of October. For those of us who are metrically challenged – like me – 10K is 6.2 miles. Just so you see it again – it’s 6.2 miles. Something I kind of have to work up to, don’t you think? Six point two miles is not something that you just decide to just go out and do – well, I don’t anyway.
So, being a little smart about it, and after consulting with a couple of runners and looking on the internet, everyone seemed to agree that I have to sneak up on 6.2 miles. In plain English, I have to plan, work and train toward the goal. Sound kind of familiar? Hint – kind like fighting a War On Diabetes. OH, did I just give that away?
Work? More work? Really? Why am I doing this, again? Oh, yeah, my son Ryan.
You know, he’d love me even if I didn’t get my rear out there. I’m just sayin’.
During this past week I have walked my basic 2.2 miles and did one; count ’em – one 3 mile walk. I knew I was going to do a 4.0 mile walk over this past weekend. How bad can an extra 1.4 or 1.5 miles be?
Just for a moment of perspective. My first walk after diagnoses was .7 miles in 30 minutes. Once around the tract. I wasn’t fast. Didn’t have the best shoes. But, I got my rear out there and did it. 30 minutes. I didn’t start out wanting to walk in a 10K; I blame that on Ryan. I just wanted to control my Diabetes and knew some sort of exercise or activity was important. I didn’t know why it was important; just that I had to do it. You can start out slow – controlling Diabetes is not a race; it’s putting one foot in front of the other.
Well, that bit extra was 50% more than I normally do at my longest regular walk. 50% is kind of substantial. But, I did it. 4.4 miles in 80 minutes. Not real fast, but not real slow either. I got out and did it this afternoon and burned over 500 calories for those of you who count such things.
While I was walking, Ryan, who started started 30 minutes after I did, ran the same distance. He passed me coming and going. I was proud to see him doing it; proud to see him running knowing that he won’t be facing Diabetes if he keeps up his level of activity.
Anyway, I got it done and learned that during the middle part of the walk – the middle two miles, I slowed down just a bit. It was during a time when I was just putting one foot in front of another at about 117 to 120 paces a minute. My normal two-mile pace is near 128 to 130 paces a minute,
You folks are smart. You know the analogies to draw, right? When you are fighting Diabetes it’s easy to start fast, but then it just becomes kind of a grind. Progress is a bit slower. You are doing all of the right things – Diet, Exercise and Meds. You are headed in the right direction putting one foot in front of the other fighting each day for a bit of progress. It’s also the same if you have Prediabetes. You just keep fighting a bit each day to win the War. A little progress each day and you will Win…it just can’t be helped.
Want to know the best part of the whole walk? It wasn’t finishing it – which I did. It was when Ryan met me with water about 1/4 mile from home. Like a mirage in the desert, he turned a corner carrying a much needed bottle of water and greeted me with a smile.
Or was he just showing off at how much energy he had left after running 4.4 miles. Nah, he met me because I needed the water and he knew it.
Next weekend…five miles.
I’m having way too much fun – can you tell? Now, where is that Tylenol?
As always, thank you for reading.