Today was day two of C25K. Whew. I woke up yesterday a bit sore, but manageable. Today I woke up a little more sore. After today’s run, I’m feeling hella sore, but I made it! That’s what really matters. I just keep telling myself that I just am one day closer to the day I won’t feel sore.
I have discovered two things while running with our work running group, 1) I’m short and 2) I’m slow. I can’t manage to keep up during the walking periods let alone the running period. I’m a bit surprised I haven’t gotten bruises up and down me from all my different bits slamming against each other. Is it possible that is adding to my soreness? My extra baggage is resisting my weight loss journey by physically assaulting me every time I jiggle.
During my run today, I witnessed a miracle. Yes, a miracle actually occurred on my run today. How many people get to witness one in front of their eyes? This miracle is that a hill magically appeared while I was running. The hill was not there yesterday. However, today when I hit that hill (during my running period nonetheless) I felt like someone had lit my legs on fire! My poor abusive bum was also feeling the wrath of the new magical hill. Argh. Note to self, try to avoid hill during running period on Friday.
I have new goals this week as well. Giving up sweets last week wasn’t stellar…but I did say no a couple of times, so that’s a move in the right direction. I’m going to continue last week’s goal of sweet moderation and portion control. Although, I find the later more difficult after running and breastfeeding. My body is like EAT AN ENTIRE PIZZA NOW!!!! Don’t worry. I’m not starving myself or anything. I just attempt to curb it with some protein. Although, I really just want to carb load. Probably not a good idea to eat 3.5 pounds of pasta prior to running. It was just add more stuff to jiggle around in my body.
New goal this week is more of a healthy lifestyle choice. I’m going to floss. I know. Crazy me! How will I ever do it!?!?
Okay. I’ll admit that when the dental hygienist asks me how often I floss, I *may* say I do it regularly. Then she calls my bluff and I leave the office with monster inflamed gums. (Oh, did I say regular? I mean I did my annual flossing about 5 minutes before I walked in the door.)