I just realized that I haven't written much about my journey from woman-trying-to-awkwardly-run to eventual-actual-runner.
Yesterday I ran Week Five/Day One of C25K which entailed three sets of five minute runs, with three minute rest periods in between. As usual, the first day of a new week strikes fear into my heart when I check the training schedule. The ramped up running times and rapidly diminishing rest/walking intermissions always seem like too much too soon.
However... yesterday wasn't nearly as rough as I imagined it would be. While there are definitely days that I enjoy running more than others (and some days I don't want to do it at all), yesterday felt GREAT. Absolutely great. There have been only a couple of times since R. and I started C25K that I have so thoroughly enjoyed a run and enjoyed running in general. I felt so happy and invigorated afterward. It made last week's miserably toilsome run through Starr Pass worth it, just to get to this point (and to forge ahead!). I can hardly believe we are over halfway to running a 5k!
Today is a rest day; my idea of "rest" is a 3 mile brisk bike ride to and from work. Tomorrow and Saturday will finish up Week Five; Sunday is Zumba (which I am trying for the first time... I was too apprehensive to try it when we began running because I didn't think I had the stamina and has horrible visions of myself running out of class then crying outside the dance studio). Then back to our usual Mon/Wed/Fri or Sat running schedule. Only four more weeks! WOW! 6 weeks til our first 5k and 8 weeks to our second!
Even though I should be resting today... I'm so tempted to take Gatsby out for a jog. Maybe just a short one? Before bedtime? We shall see...