Week 1 of Exercise

Whoooooooo....

Monday I went out running with my roommate.  I'm on what's called a "couch to 5k" running plan, which is a 9 week program that starts off easy(ish) and gets incrementally harder with each week.  The starting week was a 20 min. session of jogging for a minute and walking for 90 seconds.

Actually it started off well, and as the run progressed and I got more and more tired, every time I felt like I was about to die my roommate would be like "ok, stop."

I assume this means that that's the right level for me to start off with.

After the run I felt so sick.  I was just sitting in my room and trying to stretch everything out and fighting the pangs of nausea and lightheadedness.  Then I went to take a shower, and started feeling better.

Then I went to go lay down.

Actually though, once I did that I started feeling MUCH better... And as I went through the day, I found that I was a lot more energetic and alert than I would have been (probably).

It also might have been the huge cup of coffee that I drank, but I'm telling myself it's the run.

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Wednesday marked day 2 of running.  I should probs mention that Monday evening and most of Tuesday my leg muscles were BURNING.  It was not fun (although it felt good to know that I was working my muscles).

Wednesday morning we went out again, for the same duration of time.  However, I found myself running faster and getting less winded as we stopped.  This would, in fact, turn and bite me in my rear-end, but at the time I thought "ooh, look at me!  Size 26 waist in NO TIME!" (might be an exaggeration).

About halfway through the run I start FEELING IT.  Like holy crap.  I should also mention that we aren't running on like a track or treadmill, but an actual hilly trail.

And the way back is uphill.

Anyway, I about die on my way back, and I feel even MORE sick than on Monday, which is good because I ran faster and stuff, but I was basically holding back from throwing up...

And then cue some more of feeling good for the day, blablablabla until later that night when my knee starts aching something FIERCE.  Like not strain ache, but like bones rubbing together ache.  I went out to buy a knee brace and stuff, and it's only now getting better.  Needless to say that I didn't go out running on Friday.

But it's ok!  I'm not like beating myself up about it, and I'm actually pretty excited to go out again once my knee gets better (which'll be on Monday.  I've decided).

I also lost 5 pounds!  I was like oh my god!  It was great.

I'm quite proud of myself for actually having the motivation to WANT to stick to something like this!  I think it's a mark of my shift in needing to rely on others to relying on myself, and it's a great blablablablablablabla emotional hippie crap that can wait till another blog post.

 

Bye!