Couch to 5k

 

Week 1, Day 2
Week 1, Day 2

So, I guess this running thing isn’t a fluke! After not running for 13+ mo, I have now ran three times in less than 10 days.

It feels great to be back.

I’m taking things slow with C25K and spacing out workouts as to not overwhelm my ankle. The last thing I want to do is re-injure it!

I headed to the gym because I can’t handle this heat, especially since I don’t have much lung capacity right now in the running game (with asthma). Today was Week 1, Day 2:

  • Walk 5 min (All walking at 3.0-3.3mph)
  • Run 1 min, Walk 90 sec x8 (increased speed each interval… starting at 4.2mph and ending at 5.0mph!)
  • Walk 5 min

SQUEEEE YOU GUYS!

I’ll be posting a photo with C25K deets on Instagram and my Facebook page… so make sure you’re following me there!

Oh, and one of these days I’ll finally blog about gaining back all the weight I lost. I’m not ready to totally own up to that right now, so I’m just going to pretend like it never happened.

 

I ran.

photo (6)So…last night I ran. I ran for the first time in nearly 14 months. I wasn’t planning to run. It just happened.

I ran.

I am camping with my family and just before dinner last night I decided to walk down to the bathroom.

I ran.

After a few steps, I felt magic in my legs. My quads were loose and stretched. I felt my muscles come to life. They yearned to run. I figured, what the heck? Might as well try running the couple hundred feet to the bathrooms.

I ran.

When I got to the bathroom moments later, I felt my legs had come to life. I quickly took care of business and decided I would take the long way back to my campsite.

I ran.

Muscle memory kicked in. One foot in front of the other. I felt alive.

I ran.

My lungs burned. But I kept going, with a ridiculous smile on my face.

I ran.

I was determined not to stop to catch my breath. I refused to walk.

I ran.

It wasn’t far. It wasn’t fast. But that didn’t matter.

I ran.