TA: I’m excited to be moving on to the next phase of c25k. I’ve got Robert Ullrey’s week two podcast ready to go. I gave it a run through yesterday (listening only) while on the track at my local community college. I walked and listened to it to get a feel for the music. There were a few runners also on the track so I was able to gauge approximate length traveled for 90 seconds. I’m going out bright and early in the morning (dark still so no one can see me lol) and going to give it my best shot. I’m starting to have quite an appreciation for those people I see running. I’m watching their form and looking at how fast / slow they’re going, how much their feet are coming off the ground and what their arms are doing.
I’ve always wanted to be a runner but way to intimidated by the jockiness of the whole thing. Skinny girls in their spandex, muscle toned boys and their shorts and tank tops. But here I am sort of running and in no way am I “jocky” unless you count my ability to slam duck a pint of ice cream in 15 minutes flat! I wonder if any of those sexy jock-like runners were like me in a previous life: Fat but wanting a change. Tired but motivated to continue. Frustrated but committed to a happy ending. I wonder now if any of those people worried about sweat rashes between thighs that rubbed together or were way too hot due to needing to wear hoodie to cover bouncing belly syndrome?
Now when I look at people running I see what I hope will be me some day in my near future. I think to myself, they didn’t always look this good. I won’t always look this bad.
TR: I like moving. Not just moving from room to room in my house but really moving. Yesterday I had 90 minutes in between classes and I walked that track at the community college 7 times. 1.75 miles. I didn’t go to starbucks and sit around reading. I didn’t go home and play on the computer. I moved! Today is my day off from any kind of “exercise” and while I do look forward to having a c25k/treadmill free day I was missing something. I had a workshop to go to this morning and the entire time I was there I kept thinking about moving. I didn’t want to sit in that chair for 3 hours. I wanted to move. When I got home I did just that. I moved. I walked my dogs for close to an hour at a “holy crap my dogs walk fast” pace. I took them across the 6th ave division of my neighborhood into what is also known as “the rich part of town”…manicured lawns, large fences and not one dog in sight. It was by far the best walk I’ve had in weeks and I think when I do my c25k tomorrow I’ll head north (rich) instead of south (ghetto). I don’t care that the north side of town will see me running. I welcome it. FAT GIRL RUNNING….HELL YA FAT GIRL RUNNING!!!
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