I’m still working on the comment issue that I mentioned on Friday. Basically, if you’ve ever commented on any one of my posts (thank you!), there is a 99% chance that I replied to your comment. And also a 99% chance that you never knew I replied, because WordPress didn’t notify you. I had NO IDEA that wasn’t happening, so hopefully within the next 48 hours I’ll have remedied the situation for all comments going forward. It’s beyond frustrating, and taps into my insecurity that I’m not as good of a friend to other people as I could be. That insecurity, however, is a post (or twelve… or therapy session or twelve) for another day.
If you’ve been following me on Instagram (and if you aren’t, why aren’t you? That’s just silly. Here. You can do it now. Jeans & a Tank Top on Instagram.), you may have seen the shoe face-off from this weekend. Which pair would make their public appearance first?
Well, the results are in. The Brooks Adrenaline GTS 15 went for their first walk/jog just a few short hours ago. I’ve been very clear about my disinterest (dislike) in exercise, particularly running, so let’s talk about that for a minute.
Running. In my life, I have never had a desire to run for running’s sake. Unless I’m being chased by someone with a reasonably intimidating weapon, I see no point in running. There was about a week, in middle school, where a friend and I ran a few times, but only because I thought it was cute. Aside from that aberration, I avoided running completely until about two years ago, the summer before my wedding. In a desperate attempt to drop major weight (spoiler alert: didn’t happen) I decided to start the C25K running program. After just a few weeks, my knees said, “No. No, we will not do this any longer.” I retired my Nikes and went back to the slow-paced life I know and prefer.
Now, although I loathe running, and perhaps because of that loathing, I very much respect runners. I have several friends that compete in half-marathons and triathlons, and one friend who has now completed the Boston Marathon twice. I comprehend the massive physical and mental strength that runners have built and bow down to it. Don’t want to gain my own strengths in that way, but absolutely applaud the runners.
Well, Tall Guy and I have been talking about dropping weight since… well, since we got engaged. And yes, we’ve each added on over that time. Tall Guy finally hit his breaking point, although that may have had less to do with his own physical shape and more to do with me whining/complaining about my physical shape. He has put us on a three-month mission to lose as much weight as possible, by eating healthfully and exercising more. After three months, his theory is that we’ll be able to loosen up, but also have created healthy habits, so we’ll have a better balance. Somehow this evolved into us doing the C25K running program, again.
I feel like the wool has been pulled over my proverbial eyes.
Anywho, today was day one. Last week I pulled out my low-end mp3 player from two years ago, with Carli’s C25K podcast still on it, and plugged it into the computer for charging. Although the computer was able to access everything on it, the player itself seemed to be kaput – no menu, and sped through one of the two songs/podcasts that it recognized. This morning I prepared to transfer the podcast from the old mp3 player to my even older iPod (I like old things). Lo and behold, the old mp3 player was suddenly working! Menu and everything! That player has a clip, the iPod doesn’t. So I opted to use the old one and put on those brand new Brooks (with inserts, thanks to plantar fasciitis).
I made it through the warm-up walk and first, second and third runs and recovery walks. After Carli prompted me to begin my fourth 60-second run, the mp3 player started skipping. Like a record. I didn’t even know mp3s could do that. I ran for what I hope was approximately 60 seconds, and found that I was able to start the podcast over. Instead of a 90-second recovery walk, I got about 6 minutes of walking, because it was the initial warm-up, again. On the next 60-second run, my legs started to put up a bit of a fight. Another 90 seconds of recovery and started another 60-second run. Did NOT finish that one. Shortly after that, the mp3 player turned itself off. I walked the rest of the way home.
In case you don’t want to do the math, that means I actually ran for somewhere between 5 and 6 minutes, total. And I was spent. I know, I know, I’m an inspiration to you all.
Send good thoughts my way. I need them. You may also send donuts, just don’t tell Tall Guy.