Saturday, June 23, 2012
Today much like every Saturday for the past 5 weeks I dragged my feet about running. I signed up for a Dirty Dash in my town so I figured I better start running, because at a whopping 4 miles the race can't be all fun obstacles. I downloaded the couch to 5K app, got myself some running shoes, and made a play list for my runs. That was by far the easiest part of it all.
The first workout only requires you to run for 60 seconds. I thought no big deal! The last time I tried running I was 60lbs heaver and it was awful. I decided that there was no way this could be that bad. I mean, it's only 60 seconds. That first 60 seconds were the worst of my life. I was huffing and puffing and by the time I had to run another minute my side had started to hurt. I was planning on going home and say screw it. Nobody says I can't walk to Dirty Dash right?
Wrong! After I got home I was seconds from deleting my new app and I realized that if I did that, I would be doing what I always did. I've spent years saying I want to lose weight but giving up once things got hard. So I told myself you can do this for a few weeks. "Running" (I saw that because in the early workouts you are walking more then you run) for 30 minutes a day 3 times a week won't kill you.
And you know what I was right. I wanted to hate it. I wanted it to still be really hard by the start of week 5 so I could quit. I told myself if it still sucks after 4 weeks of trying then you just aren't meant to be a runner. You can quit and not feel like a total loser because at least you tried. And the truth is I have developed a love/hate relationship with running. As much as I hate to admit it...I love running.