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!
 

A Selfish Post (amid all the Asian)

I am impatient.

This year has really gone off to a great start.  I am enjoying all of my classes (for now...), and I am finally at a point in my life where I am comfortable being by myself.  I have, in previous years, been pretty socially needy.  It's gotten progressively better, but even last year I was at a point where I would try to surround myself with friends and social interaction, at the expense of a lot of my schoolwork.

I am much more secure in myself now, and feel comfortable enough to recognize when I need to take a step back, and go do some work.  Minor victories!

ANYWAY.  This is not a post in which I brag about my life and how great it is and how you wish you were me (even though I suppose I kind of did... u mad?)

My housemates went on a Walmart run today...  And one of the things that they brought back with them on their epic journey was a scale.

I have recently been on this - not so much diet, but more meal moderation - kick in which I eat smaller portions of food more frequently throughout the day.  It's been going pretty well, I think, and aside from the unrelated fact that I haven't been getting enough sleep recently, I'm feeling better.

Which brings me back to the fact that I am impatient.

I started this plan on Monday.  I am at the point in any diet modification I think that I am expecting SUPER FAST RESULTS like they promise you on TV except that I haven't bought anything from TV so I don't know why I was expecting it but I am.

This results thing was also doubly reinforced with the introduction of the scale.

I weighed myself.

I did not like my results.

But then I think to myself "what are you doing.  it is barely a week into the semester. stop being crazy and just work on it."

I'm not quite sure what the moral of this post is.

To be patient?

To keep on keepin' on?

To totally give up and pig out on everything forever?

Maybe.

Bye!