My First "Run"

I spent most of Sunday in a fog. My head hurt. My body hurt. My brain hurt. I was still trying to take it all in... there was a lot! I began to wonder if I had made the right decision to go on this cleanse. It sure would have been easy to drink a Coke and eat some bacon. Well, actually, it would have required a trip to the grocery store (which I was certainly not up to) since I had cleaned out the fridge. But, I made a commitment to Abby and to myself. I'm NOT going to fail.

Nothing sounded good to eat, I didn't want to drink another drop of water. Swallowing all these supplements nearly sent me to gagging.  And then... I remembered... I haven't done my exercise for the day! Oh dang. I don't feel like it. I don't want to. Abby text me and told me she'd be at the track from 6:30 to 8:30 if I wanted to join her. Enter my friend Susan. She had come over to "grocery shop" out of my pantry, fridge and freezer. I sure hope she enjoys all that sweet corn I so lovingly and tenderly cut off the cob and put in the freezer last year. Anyway, Susan stayed and visited with us a while and I "missed" Abby being at the track. 

Guilt got the best of me, and at 9:40 that night, Nickey and I went on our first homework assignment for the 5 Weeks to 5K program that we were beginning and let me tell you, I sure as Hell didn't feel like doing it!! Abby had text me just before we were leaving and I knew she thought I was already wimping out. Psych!!  (Does anyone else remember saying that and sounding so stupid in junior high??).

Nickey and I headed out into our neighborhood for our first assignment--run for 1 minute, walk for 4 minutes, for a total of 30 minutes. I honestly didn't think it sounded TOO bad. Run for a minute, then walk? No problem. By the end of the second run, I was ready to turn around and head home. There was NO way I could make it 30 minutes. Poor Nickey, she was running with me, keeping the time, and encouraging me with every step. Bless her heart. She broke it all down for me, counting down the seconds till each run was over. I felt like a kid asking how many more "runs" and how many more "walks" till we could go home. After the third run, I realized I really could finish this exercise. The final runs were tough, but I had gone that far, there was no way I wasn't going to finish! Baby steps of any kind make the bigger steps so much easier; I've always believed that. This is a perfect example. This was just one exercise of a 5 Weeks to 5K program. And we broke that one exercise down into six runs and six walks. That's all it was. Then it didn't sound so scary. And when you're halfway through, you can see the light at the end of the tunnel.

I know Nickey's proud of me, but I'm proud of me too!