In my last post, I quickly ninja-style threw out there that I had started the Couch to 5K program. My sister had done it and now she's a friggin' running FIEND, Jessica did it and finished her first 5K (congrats!), and...okay that's actually all I know but whatever, it seemed the world had turned a corner. You think I'm exaggerating, but I'm not. My sister used to preach fire and brimstone against running, and was machine-gun ready with sarcastic (and well-reasoned) retorts against the purported benefits of running. And now look at her. She has special socks for running. She tells me now that her new goal is to "improve her time". What the hell happened.
I used to run. The same way I used to go the gym. I always hated running. In college, having previously never gotten off my lazy ass for any exercise, I felt a lot of peer pressure to join the ranks of walkman-toting, sports-bra clad hard-assed bodied females running all over my college campus. So I joined. It was torture. I would count in my head or pray for Prince to hurry up and finish singing "Raspberry Beret" so that I would know my trials were over. One time, I started running, and about 2 minutes into it, I just stopped. I pulled a U-turn and headed back to my dorm (with the comfort of an open, communal kitchen that was stocked with Mrs. Field's raw chocolate chip cookie dough batter in the freezer in convenient softball size). I clearly remember saying out loud, "I hate running."
So I can tell you a lot about how I hate running, but I can't tell you why I've started on this program. It's probably a combination of boring things:
- I need to exercise
- I need to exercise for free or low cost
- I need to exercise in a manner that doesn't take me far away from home
- I'm turning 35 and at some point I actually have to get in shape so that I have a long, happy life. Especially if I have kids and am trying to keep up with them when I'm 70 (they'll be 10 years old by then, at the rate I'm going).
- I can feel my muscles going into atrophy
- Yoga wasn't cutting it. Not that I do yoga anymore.
My sister is excited and very supportive of my new endeavor. She sent me an email with three 5K choices, so that I would have a specific race to work towards. I replied "no".
Then she said dogs were allowed at one of the races. At first I was like "Double No!" because of the mental image of carrying a pug for 5K, but she meant as a cheerleader. How cute would that be? So I said "okay, but I may not continue with running if it gets too hot". Because I just can't commit. I don't know whether I'm going to finish this program. I'm already behind, for crying out loud.
I'm supposedly on Week 3 but like I said, I'm behind. I have no idea where I am. I just know that running for 3 minutes straight BURNS me like Gollum with the rope around his throat.
So this post is pretty much about nothing. Thank you and Happy Monday!