You've heard me moan and groan about wanting to get into better shape and to stop being squishy, as well as throwing out promises about working out. Granted Life gets in the way a lot but last night I took a major step in the fitness department. Now it may not be much for some, but for me, it's beyond huge.
I went for a run.
I don't run.
Unless it's after my child or away from someone with a weapon.
But I did. I started on the Couch To 5K program and downloaded the iPhone app which made it SUPER easy. I did everything I was supposed to and didn't cheat once. And with each running segment I felt myself gain more and more endurance, of which I have always been severely lacking. I'm more of a strength girl as opposed to cardio. But my heart and lungs need to start holding their own so I thought I'd try this, and plus it's all the rage with my friends online and I'm nothing if not easily influenced.
My goal is to stick with the program which consists of running three days a week for nine weeks at the end of which I should be able to run a 5K. And that's what I want to do. It's so beyond anything I would ever consider myself capable of which is why I plan on doing it. Pseudostoops said she'd run a race with me (which for her would be more like a brief jog as she competes in half marathons in NOLA but hey, I'm happy for the company and support) so it looks like this is my new goal. I have no doubts that it will be hard, and I'll slip up here and there and that's okay. I put too much pressure on myself to do things perfectly or not at all which causes me to stop. Quit. Make excuses as to why I can't continue on.
I have faith in myself that this time I will see it through one way or the other. I'm not stepping on a scale because for me it's not about numbers. I just want to look and feel better so as long as that happens, the weight isn't an issue. Plus, let's me honest, it's a great incentive to have to go out and buy new clothes.
Let's see where this takes me. Besides to the Advil because yeah, I'm feeling it today.