Normally I'd post this over at Spark People...
But after the responses to last night's twitter/FB update, I kind of wanted to share this in a more public forum:
Last night I tried to convince my boyfriend we should skip running. It was cold and rainy and on top of that my IBS was--while not the worst it's ever been--certainly not improving my mood. Thankfully, he didn't listen to me and dragged me out anyway (though we did opt to leave the dog at home this time). And I was miserable and cranky and my feet got wet and--quite frankly--I owe the man an apology.
Running last night was not fun. We were doing the Couch to 5k program, week 3, day 1. The amazing thing about this program is that at the beginning of every week you look at what you're supposed to do and think, "My gods! I can't do that--it's impossible!" And every week you do it anyway. Day 1 usually sucks, but by day 3 what's being asked of you seems pretty reasonable. And then you start a new week.
I've yet to experience the elusive and perhaps even mythical "runners high" and don't yet look forward to pounding the pavement... But the results are undeniable. Two weeks ago I would have collapsed trying to run the time I ran last night. A girl can't but feel good about that kind of change.
Last night I tried to convince my boyfriend we should skip running. It was cold and rainy and on top of that my IBS was--while not the worst it's ever been--certainly not improving my mood. Thankfully, he didn't listen to me and dragged me out anyway (though we did opt to leave the dog at home this time). And I was miserable and cranky and my feet got wet and--quite frankly--I owe the man an apology.
Running last night was not fun. We were doing the Couch to 5k program, week 3, day 1. The amazing thing about this program is that at the beginning of every week you look at what you're supposed to do and think, "My gods! I can't do that--it's impossible!" And every week you do it anyway. Day 1 usually sucks, but by day 3 what's being asked of you seems pretty reasonable. And then you start a new week.
I've yet to experience the elusive and perhaps even mythical "runners high" and don't yet look forward to pounding the pavement... But the results are undeniable. Two weeks ago I would have collapsed trying to run the time I ran last night. A girl can't but feel good about that kind of change.