Yesterday I got to the gym and did my final measurements from my boot camp class. I lost a few inches here and there. Even in my neck!
After I was measured I hopped on my old friend the treadmill. I haven’t really run since my last 5k. The one where I cried. I’ve decided to start getting on the treadmill for 30 minutes two days a week. I’m going to do some interval training. Three and One. Run three minutes and walk one. I considered Five and One, but I don’t want to push my body too much too soon.
I was pretty thrilled with making it through the run. I did end up walking about the last four minutes because my knees just started screaming when I hit 23 minutes. So I made it only a few more minutes before I just had to walk. I was bummed. But I still did it!
I really have nothing to say other than the fact that I did just survive. There were so many moments after the first couple round of three-minute runs portions that I just kept wanting to walk, but I powered through. I know that by giving up and walking I’m really only letting myself down. As lame as that sounds – no one else is going to truly care if I walk or not. Lucky for me my friends like me for me and not my running skills. Good thing for me.
It can only get better from here.