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attractivegeekeryI've been quiet as of late, I know. But I have been jogging. This whole time I've been jogging.
...
Okay maybe not this whole time, but a good deal of it. Every other day for the last three weeks I've beenshufflingjogging. That's pretty damn awesome, if I do say so myself.
Or at least it was, until Sunday.
That's when I started Week Four of Couch 2 5K.
I knew that at some point I was going to get to the point in C25K where I'd hit the proverbial wall. Where I'd catch up with where my previous attempts had left off. Honestly? I was kind of hoping it would be somewhere in the Week Six to Week Seven range, but apparently not. NO, after a year of not jogging all that much takes its toll, and I did not have exact change.
What's worse is that I knew how hard it was going to be the moment I heard the opening of Head Like A Hole.
See, I use the Hudson Hawk method of keeping track of where I am in the program. I have made playlist of songs the proper length of each "walk" and "jog" section of the program, and Head Like A Hole was my Week One - Five minute warm-up walk song.
Five minutes.
That wouldn't be too bad, right? I can jog for five minutes.
Well...I can, as it turns out. But the whole that wouldn't be too bad thing? Bunk.
Pure, unadulterated, bunk.
Sweet baby Zeus that sucks. And now I know that it's only going to suck more as I progress.
It's now that I need to remind myself how running will never be "easy" for me, it will only be "less hard."
Thank goodness I've been biking to work most days, because that's the only place I see any improvement for my efforts. The numbers on the scale either don't change at all, or they go up. My clothing doesn't appear to be getting larger. The only positive thing I can say about the last month or so of moving more is that biking has become less difficult.
I can now take hills that used to force me onto the lowest gears on the higher ones. And one day last week I even made it the 3+ miles to work in just under 19 minutes. SO...there's that.
Blegh.
Exercise.
Fuck you Week Four.
And tell your friend Week Five to fuck herself too.
...
Okay maybe not this whole time, but a good deal of it. Every other day for the last three weeks I've been
Or at least it was, until Sunday.
That's when I started Week Four of Couch 2 5K.
I knew that at some point I was going to get to the point in C25K where I'd hit the proverbial wall. Where I'd catch up with where my previous attempts had left off. Honestly? I was kind of hoping it would be somewhere in the Week Six to Week Seven range, but apparently not. NO, after a year of not jogging all that much takes its toll, and I did not have exact change.
What's worse is that I knew how hard it was going to be the moment I heard the opening of Head Like A Hole.
See, I use the Hudson Hawk method of keeping track of where I am in the program. I have made playlist of songs the proper length of each "walk" and "jog" section of the program, and Head Like A Hole was my Week One - Five minute warm-up walk song.
Five minutes.
That wouldn't be too bad, right? I can jog for five minutes.
Well...I can, as it turns out. But the whole that wouldn't be too bad thing? Bunk.
Pure, unadulterated, bunk.
Sweet baby Zeus that sucks. And now I know that it's only going to suck more as I progress.
It's now that I need to remind myself how running will never be "easy" for me, it will only be "less hard."
Thank goodness I've been biking to work most days, because that's the only place I see any improvement for my efforts. The numbers on the scale either don't change at all, or they go up. My clothing doesn't appear to be getting larger. The only positive thing I can say about the last month or so of moving more is that biking has become less difficult.
I can now take hills that used to force me onto the lowest gears on the higher ones. And one day last week I even made it the 3+ miles to work in just under 19 minutes. SO...there's that.
Blegh.
Exercise.
Fuck you Week Four.
And tell your friend Week Five to fuck herself too.
