As the title suggests, I am working to get physical. I did two triathlons last summer and thought I was well on my way to being a healthier individual and I was PROUD! Then, along came a ectopic pregnancy that required surgery, a cross country move and a miscarriage shortly after said move and I am sad to say, I am back to being a part-time couch potato. Other than walking home with my daughter from school every afternoon, I haven’t been doing much.
In the past, I have tried just about every exercise program known to man and haven’t stuck with any of them. Pilates, Hip Hop Abs, The Firm have all been at my house at some point in time and all got stuck in the DVD case and left there. I have learned that I’m just not good with videos and not coordinated enough for aerobics. I did enjoy the tri-training last summer, though. Well, I enjoyed all of it except the running, which I pretty much just ignored. HA HA. I HATE, HATE, HATE running. It is definitely not my strong point and never has been. So, I have decided to tackle running. I figure that since I hate it so much, I should just tackle it. Maybe if I turn working out into a huge challenge that I have to win, maybe I will stick with it and maybe, just maybe, I will get a little healthier in the process.
So, I downloaded the Couch to 5K app on my phone and started doing it officially on Sunday. Today was workout day two which consisted of walk 90 seconds, run 60 seconds for 20 minutes with a 5 minute warm up and cool down. So, the first four 90 second runs KILL ME! I don’t know if I’m just not warmed up or if it is mental or what, but it is excruciating. I do them slow, like at a 15 minute mile pace, which I’m not even sure counts a jog. I think I can probably walk that fast. After the first four, I do manage to speed up a little, but not much. UGH!
I am also working on being physical in other ways as well. I have been taking the dogs to the dog park the past couple of days and walked with my neighbor last night for a little over an hour. We’re planning on doing it again tonight. I guess that is something! Every little bit is supposed to count, right?
I guess at the end of this journey, one of two things can happen. Either I will learn to love running or I will be able to say that despite my hate, I did it.
