Holy fucking shit! I did Day 1 of the C25K challenge last night. Okay, so, I knew it wasn't going to be easy. I had no delusions that I'd head outside and breeze right through the challenge. However, I wasn't prepared for how hard it actually was.
It starts with a brisk, five minute, warm-up walk. No problem. I take brisk walks almost every day. Feeling pretty good, almost cocky, I did the warm-up. Then, the voice comes on my iPhone and says "Start running." Well, okay, I start to jog. Mother of God! I couldn't even make it the 60 seconds. I did ok, I think I got 50-55ish seconds before the was gasping for air. The bitch finally said "Start walking." Well, I already was. This continued for 20 more minutes. Walk, run, walk, run.....
I wasn't able to run each time that dirty whore told me to. And, when I did, I wasn't able to run the whole 60 seconds. I even cursed my co-worker's name because he tried the C25K training last year but stopped because of pain in his foot. Well, my fucking foot hurt and I swore that I'd rather cut it off then admit to him that I had foot pain. Damnit! I was so mad.
Pushing on; run, walk, run, walk....Christ, when is this ever going to stop!!! Then the bitch says "One minute left." Woooooo-hooooooo!! I actually cheered while walking!! After the minute, she said "You can now start your cool down." Well, ok, I start slowly walking, making my laps smaller and smaller, thinking I can just head into the house. Not so fast, fatty-fatty boo-ba-latty. That cool down is another five minutes! Will it ever end??????
When I got to the point when I didn't think I could do it anymore, I looked at my phone and saw that I was on my last minute! My smile slowly returned to my face. By the time I got back to the front door, that slutbag said, "Congratulations, your work out is complete!" Praise the lord!!
I went inside and collapsed on the couch. I didn't think I'd be able to get off the couch and make the walk to the third floor to my bedroom, but I did. It was painful, I'm not gonna lie, but I did it. And I'll do it again today!
Let me just list a few accomplishments I'm proud of during this journey:
1. Lose 10 pounds
2. Stop drinking soda - Nine weeks now!
3. Eat healthier - I haven't been able to completely give up junk yet, but I'm on my way. I don't eat everything in site anymore!
4. Exercise at least 3 times a week
5. Stop eating white bread/rice
Next up on my journey:
1. Add upper body work out to the C25K training next week
2. Stop eating pasta - OHMYGOD!!!! This is so hard. Every time I say I'm going to stop, I have to have one more pasta dish. Just one more! Shit, I sound like a drug addict. Pasta is my kryptonite!
I'm proud of the progress I've made. The end game is my health and happiness. I sure hope that by this time next year, I will have either run in my first 5K already or I'll be preparing to run in my first one. Fingers crossed!!!!!