Y’all, I don’t know about Couch to 5k, but I’ve hit Couch to Less of a Lazy Bastard and it is AWESOME.
C25K is a running program that gradually gets you ready to run 5k (or three miles) on a regular basis. I use “Get Running,” an app on my iPhone, that plays in the background of my music and then a nice lady from New Zealand prompts me when to run and walk. You start out running for 1 minute, then walking for 1.5 minutes, then repeating 8 times. That little tiny bit can kick you butt if you’re not used to it. And I was NOT. I never really played sports in school and in college the most exercise I got was sword fighting, tap-dancing badly and keg stands. (Theatre kid.) However, my dad has always been a runner and has tried to get me into it with little result. Usually because he was a drill sargent and I was a 12 year old fat kid who just wanted to read a book. Apparently this running thing is in my genes, because now? I kinda love it.
I started C25k a while back but had to stop due to injury and never started again. Which was stupid. Seriously, seriously stupid and I regret it. But now I’m on Week 4 and it is whipping my butt in the best possible ways.
Week 1 and 2 were a little rough. Getting back into any kind of exercise routine is a pain, literally and figuratively. However, I knew I’d regret if I quit again, so I didn’t stop. No matter how much I wanted to. (LORD, did I want to.)
But in Week 3, I started that while out of town for a bridal shower at my in-law’s. Normally, this would be the perfect excuse for me to not do anything, but I brought my running clothes, my headphones and my armband and at 8am on a Saturday morning, I set my little butt to runnin’.
This week was notable in that it was when I finally found my runner’s high again. Now, running is never fun for me. But there hits a point, usually halfway through, that I’m running along and suddenly I realize, “Hey. I’m not dying. HEY!! I’M NOT GOING TO DIE!!!” And I get so excited that the rest of the run is cake. (Mmm. Cake.) And when I finish and I’m stretching, I’m out of breath but not crazily so, I’m sore but in a good way and I’m super proud of myself because I DID NOT DIE. And I feel great, tired but great and sometimes…and this is so weird, but I want to keep going. Sometimes I do for a little bit, but I try not to push myself beyond a certain limit yet. Because I might hurt myself again and then have to stop for a while and start all over. And that is is worst than an injury.
I’m not going to lie. I do NOT look pretty when I run. Please don’t think that because I like it that I do it well. All my jiggly bits are bouncing around and my pants are either falling down or hiked way up and they’re showing my mismatched socks and I’m moving slow enough that toddlers walking after ducks on the trail are out-pacing me. But I AM RUNNING. Slow, sweaty, jiggly, not pretty running. But it’s running nonetheless and it’s awesome.
I mentioned my C25K journey on Twitter and SO many of y’all said you were doing it too! So I think I need to have a weekly support post for all of us who want a little support in each others running endeavors. So in the comments, tell me if you’re starting or doing c25K (or something similar) and I’ll contact you. This will give y’all some cheering on and me some accountability when I just want to sit on the couch and watch Dr. Who and eat coconut milk ice cream.
Also? I got Jethro to start going with me. He’s just started Week One on Saturday and I’m so excited to see how he does. And now that I just told the internet on him, he’ll have to continue lest face the recriminations of strangers, family members and friends. (WHAT? It’s tough love.)
Image from here.