In my previous post, dated April 28, I promised that I would start running the next Monday. It is now Wednesday, May 25th and I am once again reminded how easy it is to keep putting off workouts. The house is a mess, the baby is screaming, my 3 year old wants her 10th cup of juice. However, yesterday, after my third cup of coffee, I made up my mind. Today was the day I was going to run. By the time I had dropped my daughter off at daycare, changed and fed the baby, and speed cleaned the house, I was ready. Unfortunately, by then it was already 83 degrees outside. But no, I had made a promise to myself that I intended to keep.
So I loaded the car seat into my double stroller (worth noting: NOT a jogging stroller), grabbed my phone to use as a timer, put my headphones into place and set out. For the first workout, the Couch to 5K Running Plan suggests one minute of walking, one minute of running for 8 repetitions. By the third repetition, I had lost count. By the fifth (or maybe it was fourth, quite possibly the sixth), my thighs were burning with such intensity I thought they might spontaneously combust. By the seventh, I was sure I was going to pass out. I will blame it on the heat, but I'm sure it is the fact that I am completely out of shape. As I rounded the corner for home, I had a limp that could rival Verbal Kint from the film The Usual Suspects. I was able to complete my first attempt at running, although I think I will rename the program "Couch to a Slow Jog" plan.
For the rest of the evening, I felt so accomplished. So healthy. That is, until my husband suggested Friendly's for dinner. Well, the workout part is on track. I guess I'll leave the healthy eating for another day.
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