How I Kicked Resistance Straight in the Teeth Yesterday

Super Slow C25K: Day 1

It’s April. My push toward July 15 — the official start of the training phase of this crazy thing — starts now.

I’m doing this very slow, ultra-conservative Couch to 5K program. By slow I mean 28 weeks instead of 12. Seven months.

First walk = ten minutes.

Good thing I have three years and four months, right? Right.

So, yesterday was day one of this thing. I’m going to walk on Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday, and Sunday for the first four weeks. And then swim on Fridays.

I was going to go to the gym and walk around the nice, flat, climate-controlled indoor track. But then I was like . . . that’s insane. It’s a ten minute walk. The gym is twenty minutes away.

So, I took my girl Mae and we walked outside, around the block. And, I faced up to a big old wall of resistance that I wasn’t really aware was there.

The last time I walked around the block was traumatic. It was around the time that I decided to have weight loss surgery. It took me half an hour to get through the easy half — the downhill half.

I tried to make it home, but I couldn’t. My back hurt. My legs hurt. Pain level maybe 8 out of 10. I’d walk a few feet and then have to stop. I was crying when I called my husband to come pick me up in the car.

I did that walk today for the first time in about two years. The whole thing took me ten minutes, almost exactly. Nothing hurts.

It’s hard to tell from the picture at the top of this post, but I live at the top of a long, fairly steep hill. I got to the bottom of it on my walk yesterday and looked up it, toward home, and then had a nice little break down right there on the sidewalk.

Because my husband wasn’t home and it didn’t matter. I wasn’t going to need a ride.

Because it was clear that I wasn’t going to have any trouble making it back up the hill.

Maybe it seems weird to talk about a 28-week program for getting to the point of being able to run a 5K, when the end goal is an Iron Man.

That’s okay. I’m okay with being weird.

I may have whispered “I am an Iron Man” when I crossed my driveway yesterday.

And by whispered I mean called it out, arms in the air, dancing like a lunatic.

Bet you wish YOU were my neighbor.

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