Cognitive Fitness Just as Important as Physical Fitness

"The human body can only do so much. Then the heart and spirit must take over." - Sohn Kee-chung

Today was my first race in my running adventure, and the first 5K I have attempted to run in three years. I was freaking out and didn't sleep well, partly because I was nervous and partly because Baby Bish decided not to sleep and spent all night kicking me in the back. Typical men. They behave perfectly till the woman needs to do something. Mr. Bish had to join in too by throwing his back out the night before...good grief. 

About 30 minutes before...trying to not think about how badly I didn't want to do this.
Before I really get going on that rant I'll return to the subject at hand. I got up early had a piece of toast and some coffee had my outfit picked out the night before, because, of course, I wanted to look fabulous in my cute neon matching running outfit. My socks even matched. It was awesome. I got there early to register and warm up and I experienced deja vu. I used to run cross country in high school — not because I wanted to, but because I had to in order to play basketball. Welcome to 1A six-man country school life. Every race about 30 minutes before I would start wishing for it to end. When I would line up and wait for the gun to go off, I would start thinking, "I could walk away. I could not start because once I start I have to finish." It's a mental struggle for me to start a race. I hate starting. Hate it. It shouldn't be a big deal it was a 5K run/walk that benefitted the UMC Southwest Cancer Center. It was just a run — no big deal. Except it was to me. Because I knew it was going to be hard. I wasn't conditioned to do this. My ankles were still getting used to my shoes and my feet hurt. I was down for the count mentally. I wasn't going to do well. 

Then I thought about my new running journey and why I was doing this. I remembered Eliza from week one and began to think about this week being for Tripp Halstead. And my mind settled and I was back in the game. It was awesome. I was going to do awesome. Because this isn't just about me. It's about the sweet kids who can't run. As Tripp's mom Stacy says, "I run for those who can't." 

Then we began. And, as a lot of people have said and will continue to say, the first seven minutes stunk. My calves were tight and it was just yuck. Then I found a girl in front of me to use as my "pace setter" and I got in rhythm. I knew I couldn't start out too fast or I would be toast so I kept my pace slow and steady — though according to RunKeeper, that pace was 11:30 min/mile, which is slow but too fast for me. 

I made it through mile one, always keeping the girl in front of me in sight. My pace started dropping and I started losing mentally. Then thought of Tripp again and sped up. Around 2.3 miles, I reeled the girl in and passed her. This was an amazing feeling. I've only done the reeling and passing one year of my life, as a freshman in high school in cross country. It gave me a rush. Shortly before that, I took a shot of Ningxia Red Nitro, which is an awesome cognitive energy supplement from Young Living Essential Oils and I started booking it. 

Of course, I got confused on the stupid path and no one was there to help guide but I muddled through it and accidentally ran two tenths of a mile extra which peeved me, but I finally made it to the last tenth. My personal trainer, AKA, Autumn Lass, check out her blog, Featuring Fall, sent me a link on tips about running your first 5K. The article talked about breaking the mile up into the first two miles the last mile and that last tenth. This helped me out a lot. The last tenth was awesome, I picked it up and felt like Usain Bolt. Though as you can see from the picture below I DO NOT look like I felt. 

Usain Bolt with a broken spine and stilt legs apparently.
I finished. It was great. I averaged 11:36 min/mile, which is the best pace I've had since I started. I ran strong and I didn't walk once! And Baby Bish got to meet Raider Red, so it was a great morning. 

Have a great Saturday, peeps. I know mine's going to be good...rocking a serious runner's high right now. :)