Bounce. Bouncebounce. Flop. Flail.

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Last night, I made a decision. I’d been mulling it over for a week or so, but last night I asked for help, and then, after reading the advice, I decided to do something about it. Anyone who knows me knows that when I make a decision, I usually make it very quickly and once I make it, I have to — HAVE TO — start it nearly immediately. If I don’t, I either get cranky because I can’t do it or haven’t done it or I get apathetic and don’t do it.

I’ve decided to do the Couch to 5K Training Plan. And, having made that decision, I did my first training session tonight. Just got back in about five minutes ago, as a matter of fact.

I’m of two minds about it right now. On the one hand, I want to (and do!) thank every one of you who encouraged me to do this. I know that in nine weeks (19, if I do the Couch to 8K training offered by one of my new podcasts, I will be slimmer by a minimum of 20 pounds (if I don’t heifer down everything in sight after every session), I will feel incredible both physically and about myself, and I will be able to run for three miles in a row and look damn good doing it.

On the other hand, I want to shake each and every one of you who didn’t warn me that my first training session would SUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK. Oh my freakin’ GODS, I hurt. Oddly, my biggest hurt is my right hip. My left is fine. My shins hurt, my right calf is already tightening up, my knees are screaming and my elbows are twingey. I thought I was gonna DIE on my last running interval. I think my next session will be with my VFFs, even though I think I have the wrong ones for urban running (and HSJosh was TOTALLY right about the attitude that one gets when one wears them; I feel vastly superior to everyone when I’m wearing them), just to see what kind of difference I get.

Tomorrow between classes, I’m going to go down to the locker room at school and weigh myself. I want to keep track of that. I’ll keep the weigh-ins and progress here, too. I’ll probably also create a spreadsheet with a line chart (shut up; I’m an admin, and I’m DAMN good at it. Let me do what I’m good at) and I’ll put that up on here periodically as well.

I really wish we had access to a high school track. Yeah, the constant circles would get boring and that’s a bad thing, but it would help me know how far I’m going instead of just how long I’m going. Right now, my goal is to get to the end of the nine weeks. Then I’ll add the goal of the next 10 weeks for the Gateway to 8K, followed by another 10-week session of Freeway to 10K. Ugh. YarnJosh is going to mock me for getting into this; he’ll be nice about it, but he’ll still mock, because he leaves knitting early every week to go run, and now, I’m gonna want to go, too, even though I know I won’t be up to his level for quite a while.

Someone last night told me that when I start to look forward to the running, that’s when I know how I’ve caught the crazy. Because of the rush of endorphins, I can feel that. We’ll see how I feel about it tomorrow. And now, I’m off for a quick shower to de-sweat and a long bath to soak it all away.

Weigh-In: 2XX pounds XX ounces (no, those aren’t Roman numerals; they’re placeholders. Smartasses. Yes, I heard you thinking that, Teddy.)