Couch-to-5K: W1D2
Yesterday my sister managed to talk me into doing a 5k with her. In TWO MONTHS. Actually, it's in 7.5 weeks. I won't be done with my damn couch-to-5k program.
But I will have just finished Week 8. And the last week is Week 9. So... I mean, there is pretty good chance that I won't die. No promises.
I've noticed a few things about runners. I mean aside from the fact that they're super fit. They LOVE to run. Looooove it. They don't skip running when they go on vacation.
I HATE going to the gym. I mean once I'm there, it's not so bad. But I would just as well have stay at home.
So, we're doing this shit now. Because I want to be one of those nutty runners by the time I turn 30.
An acquaintance once told me that she wore around, I think she said a size 4 or 6 before she turned thirty. A few years later the pounds started piling on. She wasn't super unhealthy, but neither did she exercise. I was aghast when she told me this. I'd seen photos of her at a higher weight than her current.
"Oh my god, I need to get in the habit of working out," I said
"Gee, thanks," she replied sarcastically.
Oh, what? So, you wouldn't rather have just stayed thin? Is that it? Or if someone had told you at 27, 28, 29 that you would gain lots of weight in the next few years if you didn't do something NOW, you would have just, what? Stayed at home?
No! You would have hauled ass to the gym.
Which is what I'm doing.
See, I want to stay thin. I want people to wonder how I look so good at 30, at 40, at 50. And if I want it bad enough, I'll keep working at it. If I want it bad enough, I'll stop buying those god damned potato chips and I'll drag myself out of the house for a run on the weekends. But only if I want it bad enough.
So, do you want it bad enough?
But I will have just finished Week 8. And the last week is Week 9. So... I mean, there is pretty good chance that I won't die. No promises.
I've noticed a few things about runners. I mean aside from the fact that they're super fit. They LOVE to run. Looooove it. They don't skip running when they go on vacation.
I HATE going to the gym. I mean once I'm there, it's not so bad. But I would just as well have stay at home.
So, we're doing this shit now. Because I want to be one of those nutty runners by the time I turn 30.
An acquaintance once told me that she wore around, I think she said a size 4 or 6 before she turned thirty. A few years later the pounds started piling on. She wasn't super unhealthy, but neither did she exercise. I was aghast when she told me this. I'd seen photos of her at a higher weight than her current.
"Oh my god, I need to get in the habit of working out," I said
"Gee, thanks," she replied sarcastically.
Oh, what? So, you wouldn't rather have just stayed thin? Is that it? Or if someone had told you at 27, 28, 29 that you would gain lots of weight in the next few years if you didn't do something NOW, you would have just, what? Stayed at home?
No! You would have hauled ass to the gym.
Which is what I'm doing.
See, I want to stay thin. I want people to wonder how I look so good at 30, at 40, at 50. And if I want it bad enough, I'll keep working at it. If I want it bad enough, I'll stop buying those god damned potato chips and I'll drag myself out of the house for a run on the weekends. But only if I want it bad enough.
So, do you want it bad enough?
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