W1D1

Today's PSA: Put grippies on the floor of your shower/tub.

This morning I had a little bit of an accident. While reaching for my towel after showering, I slipped and fell. Luckily I had no major damage other than a badly bruised elbow and ego. It's feeling a little bit better this afternoon than this morning so we'll see if it has any effect on my ability to lift weights this week.

In better news, today was Week 1 Day 1 (W1D1) of C25K. I was originally planning to run tomorrow but with another winter storm coming, I needed to go today to stay on track for this week.

The first running segment took quite a bit of effort to get through but I was happy that each interval got a little easier. I tried to focus on my effort level instead of trying to run a set distance each time.

Last time around I tried to push myself to run X number of miles and I often would burn myself out too quickly. Also I was focusing too much on trying to lose a certain number of pounds every week. While that may work for some, I really want to focus on feeling good. That means pushing myself when I know I can take the extra pressure and taking it easier when I am overdoing it.

I'm hoping to see the same succuss I got a few years ago but I know I've been told many many times how our bodies don't act the same after having kids. So we'll see how that factors into this whole thing.

Hakuna matata!

Go the distance! Well how far is that?

Ok now I'm done with some blogosphere housekeeping, I can actually get on with more important things.

Lately I have been trying to get out and do more running (mainly because I am too cheap to pay for a gym membership at the moment). I started out with the C25K program and I have come miles in progress since then, no pun intended. Ok yes it was...

Seriously though, 6 weeks ago I could hardly run a quarter mile. Just this past Tuesday, I ran 6.5 miles (no that wasn't part of the plan). Why? Because I could. Physically I actually could.

I went out for my usual short run and I felt so good I thought "why stop?" so I didn't... for a long time... The funny part about it was that I knew I had to stop at some point, but when? I knew I had one of three options: