How did I run 5 kilometers in one breath as a lazy person?

For people who exercise regularly, running 5 kilometers in one breath is just a standard requirement. But I am a lazy cancer patient, and 5 kilometers is a memorable achievement for me.

Homebody, fat, sub-healthy, well, this is me. After staying at home for a week, I finally made up my mind to apply for a fitness card when I saw myself in the mirror looking terrible from my hairstyle to my body shape.

Like most people, I have some self-discipline, but it’s not hopeless. Go to the gym twice a week and run on the treadmill every time. The newly opened gym is affordable and has a lot of people, but there is a row of treadmills and no one is in good shape. Except for me who was running, everyone else was walking on the treadmill. Watching the little sister next door put her phone on the treadmill and walk for an episode of a soap opera, I felt that I was pretty good.

But I only run for 30 minutes every time, covering a distance of 3 kilometers (this is because sometimes I give up after 25 minutes and just walk for the next 5 minutes). After being laughed at by my friends for this speed, I decided to try running 5 kilometers in one breath. After considering my own patience and physical strength, I think it is more appropriate to finish the race in about 40 minutes.

Get on the treadmill, set the speed mode to 7.2, and the mental endurance time is 40 minutes. The time I set for myself on weekdays is 30 minutes, and usually by the 8th minute, I start to feel out of breath. Today was set at 40 minutes. I looked ahead all the way. When I felt out of breath, I looked at the treadmill and saw that 12 minutes had passed. Then, I couldn't help but look at the time and distance on the treadmill every half minute. It was pretty much the same as before. By the 18th minute, I was out of breath. I wanted to stop, but I told myself, it’s not even half of it, how could it be so bad. At this time, the gym music started playing, and the rhythm was consistent with my pace. I opened my legs and followed half the song, and found that it was already 20 minutes. It's pretty good, but it's still very tiring, so I could just run for 30 minutes. I suppressed this idea as soon as it came up. How could I give in so quickly? Don't worry about time, just strive for it minute by minute. In this way, I increased the frequency of looking at the treadmill from once a minute to once every ten seconds. My stomach started to hurt (I had a bad gastrointestinal condition), and I was wondering whether to give up, but I felt that I could persist. My throat is so dry, phlegm is starting to form, and my breathing is getting heavier and heavier. The leather band from the gym cabinet was put on my wrist, so hard that my wrist started to feel numb. The legs just move mechanically, without any thought at all. The legs feel like stepping on cotton, a little soft. In this way, I ran for 40 minutes, thinking that I finally won, but I saw that the distance was only 3.8 kilometers. At that time, I felt bad all over, but victory was just ahead. I just had to endure it a little longer. Just thinking about it, I finished the 5-kilometer run before the end of 43 minutes.

Then until last night, it was 5 kilometers every day for three consecutive days. After running yesterday, I wasn’t panting anymore. I felt like I still had a lot of energy and could run a long distance. After running, I did a few sets of strength training, which was so cool! Just because I accomplished a small goal, I think I have fallen in love with running. I will continue 5 kilometers tonight and look at how beautiful I am in 17 years!