January 30, 2013
C25K Progress: Completed week 4, day 1 – Run 3 minutes, walk 90 seconds, run 5 minutes (yikes), walk 2.5 minutes, repeat.
Current Goal: try not to keep biting of more than I can chew, in every sense.
I thought week 3 was gonna be a doozy – welcome week 4 and all your glory. For the first time in the C25K program, the running time is longer than the walking time. I suppose I had subconsiously supressed this fact, because it should come as no suprise. It’s a “running” program, not a “walk just as much as you run” program. I mentally procrastinated this day, then tried the reverse “psych” up. You know, the running dialouge we all have in our heads:
“Nadia, you can nail this!”
“Nadia, you always think the next phase will be tough, and you are always wrong, get on the treadmill!”
“Nadia, put the second ginger cookie down. Like, right now.”
It was tough. I’ve heard chatter of people repeating weeks during the program, and going at a slower pace. I figure if there is going to be a week to repeat, it’s week 4. We’ll see how tomorrow goes.
I have to be fair to myself. Since my last post, I have flown back across the country, unpacked, re-entered mommy-hood and tackled the mountain of work that was waiting for me – all while keeping up the running.
And let’s not forget the Derek factor. Derek has been my trainer since November, and enjoys putting me through his “metabolic” workouts consisting of hour long interval training sessions of excercises that I thank God I can’t see myself doing, because I assume I look ridiculous. I did my first one on Monday since getting back and barely made it into the shower today.
Derek was pleased to see that I introduced a new member to my workout family: Wahoo. Wahoo is my heart rate monitor. Wahoo syncs up to Digifit and gives Derek nifty little charts and stats on what the ticker is doing during the workout.
My days of faking hard workouts is long over. Derek busted me on the rower “relaxing” because Wahoo reported a serious drop in heart rate. *smacks forehead*
Yesterday I blurted out “I’m doing a Tough Mudder in 2014!” and immediately clapped my hand over my mouth. Did I actually say that *out loud?* What was I thinking? Now I’m stuck. Derek’s eyes lit up like he’d just won the lottery. I really have to stop saying stupid things. In reality though, I think if I work really hard, I might be able to pull it off…
*Seriously? One melt-in-your-mouth-gluten-free-ginger cookie and I might as well have just taped it to my ass. This is crap, and totally not fair (pouty face).