Hey there! My 2 mile "long run" went very well!! Where I go, I always send a text msg to a friend to let her know I'm starting out; that way if for some reason I don't come back, she knows where I am supposed to be and can call for help. I also use that to time how long it takes me to come back. The route has mile markers (yay!) so I can gauge my distance out. Anyway, it took me 30 minutes to do the 2 miles, which is fantastic! I always hope to be able to average a 15 minute mile. Granted this is only 2 miles, but it's a great sign for me overall, and I give credit to this diet in large part.
And it always makes me laugh to get all into explaining about training methods because it always turns out I'm talking to someone with a LOT more experience than I have.
I have at least 40 more lbs to lose before I feel like I'm at a healthy weight, but I don't expect an increase in speed to be one of the positive side-effects. If it happens, it happens. Embarrassingly, though, people seem to keep mistaking me for a boy, and it's not like I don't have a <ahem> female form! I was told a long long time ago that I have "boys legs" though. Maybe it's that I wear baggy tops... who can say?
When I was a kid, exercise was like another country to me, and one I didn't have or want a passport to. When I joined the army, I got much stronger, but still didn't like the idea of the 2-mile run for PT tests every quarter. In fact, I just never liked jogging, period. When I was about 31 or so, I worked with a lady (another contract person) who jogged 2 miles every day, just a relaxed pace, something to allow her to maintain her active social life (eating out all the time, basically, and drinking on Fridays and Saturdays), but she invited me to come with her and for whatever reason, my love of running was born then. It just took off. I ran the Bay to Breakers a couple times, and a bunch of 10K runs around the Bay Area (I was living near San Jose). Then I did the SF half marathon twice. And then... I did the NYC Marathon twice.
And then I stopped. It's kind of like Forrest Gump, except I was stopped by depression. It's taken 15 years now for me to find enough recovery to get going again, so better late than never again.
I had a friend who wanted to run longer and faster, but he wouldn't commit to the work needed to get there. He felt like it should just come naturally. I've got news! But that's in the past and he never did go anywhere with it... and essentially just stopped thinking about it. And that's fine, because running isn't for everyone.
And here's a story for you: when I did the NYC Marathon the 2nd year, I was already suffering from the effects of untreated depression (undiagnosed, too), and it was a struggle to go the distance. Every mile I completed, I kept thinking, "I'll do one more mile and get on the bus". Somehow I made it to mile 15 that way, and as I was bent over trying to relax my legs, a voice asked if I was okay. I turned around and found myself staring at someone's waist. A very tall man had stopped to see if I was okay. He was like an angel sent down to save me. I said I'm not doing so well, and he plucked me up by my collar and took me along with him. I had to keep jogging to keep up with his walking pace, and he talked about his knee surgeries LOL. I was a very sad mess that day, but that man got me across the finish line and I will never forget him. That day, as we were getting through the last mile in Central Park, some fella jumped out and took our picture and then yelled at the man, "Hey! I got a photo of you running with your SON!"
Anyway, now you have an idea why I named my journal A Serendipitous Journey. Whenever something bad happened, I was plucked up by a guardian angel and dragged along until I got my feet back under me. That marathon was a story of my life.
I feel like this time it will be a somewhat different tale to tell. I've got a more positive mindset now, and I know about the chronic depression, so I have better tools to deal with it these days. I feel too that changing my diet to follow Dr. McDougall's recommendations is a huge step in the right direction, not just for physical but also mental health. I believe that food is our first-line of mendicants. We nourish our bodies but food also nourishes our heads and hearts if we let it. I believe that when we eat food harvested by violence, we become that violence. I cook for my dogs, and I only buy organic, humanely produced meat for them.
I have the feeling that as your weight goes down, your speed will increase, like naturally. Maybe mine will, too, when I'm not paying attention!
Take care!
Robyn