Here’s the thing, the Couch to 5K (C25K) training program is supposed to last 9 weeks. I was two weeks behind already due to one week of knee pain and one week of shin splints. So, in my 11th week since starting, I was supposed to be doing the final Week 9 program.
I used the phrase “supposed to” twice in the paragraph above and the light bulb came on for me…there is and there isn’t…I focus way too much on “supposed to.”
I guess that’s the beauty of running. I was told before I started that running has an amazing way of clearing your mind and being super challenging beyond the physical. Blah blah blah. I was busy not dying on the side of the road.
And then all together it hit me today. Is it a revelation that’s going to earn me a shout out from the Dali Lama? Um, probably not. But for me it was huge.
Here’s where I’m going with this—>this week, this was me:
But, even though I shouldn’t be lazy and I was supposed to complete the C25K program this week, I didn’t. And I’m learning to not beat myself up over expectations.
I started the week so incredibly sore in my right quadricep. As in, I-had-trouble-walking sore. I couldn’t figure out why until I remembered my job at BFAST…basically doing squats for two hours and leaning on my right leg to reach around.
By the time I got around to running, I rolled my flippin’ ankle. Twice! Once on my run and then again the next day at work. That pretty much killed my whole spirit for the week, even into non-running things like doing laundry, Wednesday’s blog post and returning my brother’s phone call. I was useless and not in any mood to make an effort otherwise.
I share this embarrassing week of weakness for one reason: it’s the truth. It’s not pretty and I not proud of it, but it’s what happened. So although I toyed with the idea of faking the whole post, I decided that wasn’t what this is about.
I did go for a walk with my favorite pup on Thursday. And since she doesn’t usually go with me on runs anymore (pee/squirrel/sniff interruptions didn’t work with interval training) she was more than pleased when I grabbed her leash.
So, I took my traditional picture, and tried to pretend I wasn’t discouraged and that our two-mile walk was good enough exercise. It’s better than nothing, right?
Recognize the logo? Free shirt courtesy of my 5K. 🙂
For the second time now, I’ll say Week 9 starts Sunday! Last week of (my version) the program…