Week 3 Day 3 April 15
Stressful morning. For no reason. Just being needlessly emotional.
But I finished week 3!
I think I need to repeat this week anyway. Oh well.
Latest episode of This American Life, Tarred and Feathered, pulled me through.
Week 3 Day 2 April 13
That’s me just after completing my final jogging interval.
Ugh. I’m in pain.
I feel like I may have to repeat all of week 3, but supposedly there’s no shame in repeating a week.
After next weekend I’m giving up drinking.
Tablet exclusive images of Chris Messina in GQ
Oh… My… Goodness…
He did it. He actually managed to describe how it feels to live with depression and suicidal tendencies.
this is really, really important
The realist shit I’ve ever heard
Week 3 Day 2 April 11
How the fuck did I do this on Wednesday?
Ugh, I came close to finishing it. I had just a minute left in my last jogging interval. But meh.
I’ll try again on Sunday.
Couch to 5K, I’m doing it.
So, I haven’t been keeping a journal of my progress, but I am pretty excited about it and it’s about all that I really want to talk about to anyone, so deal with it.
Ps: I tried not to, but I drop a whole bunch of f-bombs in this. So, like… prior warning. But also, any prior interaction with me or having ever looked at my blog should have been warning enough.
I am not a runner. I am not athletic. I took tennis lessons from elementary school to middle school and played two years of junior varsity tennis. (Sophomore and junior years.) I was never able to complete the mile run for the presidential fitness exams without stopping to walk. I’d arrive late to gym class and tennis lessons in hopes that I wouldn’t have to do a warm up run. In fact, I usually had to stop and walk during a lot of the warm up runs. I hate running, I am not good at it and now I am about 8 years out from my last organized gym class. I never ran of my own volition. The most recent run I can think of was chasing after a bus that one of my employees left the keys to a rental vehicle and a company cell phone on during summer 2012. (Don’t ask.) However, this program is meant for people who don’t work out, so that they can become runners. It’s manageable. Right?
Week 1 Day 1 March 24
W1D1 calls for a 5 minute warmup walk. Then you have to alternate 60 seconds jogging and 90 seconds walking for 20 minutes. I live in a really hilly area. I use the zen labs C25k app, it’s timer went off just in time for me to jog up a hill. I made it through 3 of the 8 intervals before I gave up and went on to just walk 2.18 miles instead. I’ll review the c25k subreddit and try again in 2 days.
Week 1 Day 1 March 26
Hey it was my dad’s 60th birthday! His lady friend wanted to hang out with me earlier in the day and I could have used it as an excuse to push off week 1 day 1 even further, but I just got up earlier instead and listened to some of the advice I had seen on the subreddit and slowed down. I ran really really slow. A lot slower than I had run on Monday the 24th. And I did a longer warmup walk than I had on the previous attempt, so that when the timer went off to tell me to jog, I was on a mostly flat surface. In fact, I tried to keep my run on a mostly flat surface. So what if that meant that I was running back and forth on jersey turnpike overpass? I’m sure people thought I was contemplating a jump or that I was doing something else nefarious, but whatever. It worked for me. And you know what?? I finished it. I fucking did it. Week 1 Day 1 was done. There’s some jewish story I heard about during my time in Israel that says something along the lines of “the first step is always the biggest, because it’s the first.” I am probably mangling the shit out of it. It’s possible it’s the second step. I probably shouldn’t have even mentioned it.
Week 1 Day 2 March 28
Even if I have the story wrong and the second step is the one that matters. Well, I took that step too! And there were plenty of reasons for me not to! First, when I came home my dad was there and asked if I wanted to get food. Of course I always want to get food, but Week 1 Day 2… And I knew it was supposed to rain. I asked if he wouldn’t mind waiting like an hour for me. He said sure, that’s fine. I went and changed into a pair of sweatpants and did I mention I was trying to beat the rain? Well, I made it to the overpass and sure enough, that’s when Mother Nature started to spit at me. Nothing more than spit. And I made it through a couple of intervals of jogging and walking and then it became more than spitting. It started to legitimately rain. I also wasn’t dressed warmly enough.
See, this is me before it got too bad. Attractive, right?
But at this point, I was not running with a proper sports bra. In fact, I may still not be running in the proper sports bra, (it’s difficult to find sports bras for a 36G, ok?) but at least now it’s a sports bra, just maybe not like totally the right size… But anyway. I was running in a normal underwire bra, because why buy real running stuff if I can’t even prove to myself that I can complete week 1? I have a tendency of starting things that I don’t wind up finishing and I have no money. So this underwire bra, whose black strap you can see peaking out was actually giving me some issues. I had just done something I had thought was miraculous and got all domestic and sewed the shit out of it, because the underwire had poked out the top. It had even stayed for about a week and a half. But unfortunately, the weight of me bouncing up and down was enough to dislodge everything and that underwire had popped back out.
Oh I had also tried a moleskin, as recommended by some boob blogs. As you can see, it didn’t work.
And then my shoes started to take on water. And I was cold. And the underwire drew blood.
But you know what?
I FUCKING FINISHED WEEK 1 DAY 2. Despite all of these fairly valid excuses I could have used. I still toughed it out and did it.
Week 1 Day 3 March 30
I don’t remember much that was notable about that run, except that I completed it. And then in the evening, I went to see my friend’s boyfriend’s band’s first show and a bunch of my lady friends were there. And I told them about how I was doing it. I came out of the c25k closet. Out and fucking proud.
And surprisingly, one of my friends had heard of the program before, from pinterest! She’d tried it. Never got past week 1 day 1. I shared my new mantra—“Go slow. Like slower than you know you can go for the jogging portion. It’s not about speed. It’s about endurance.” And whether or not she bought it, she smiled and nodded as though I had said something profound.
Week 2 Day 1 April 2
I had been using the MapMyWalk App even before I had started the c25k program, but during my two day rest period, I finally decided to peruse some of it’s options and found a trail that was far flatter than where I had been running. In a park, duh!
Well, being kind of new to the area, I couldn’t find the park listed. Uh… it kind of took me like 25 minutes to find the stupid park. Google maps directions took me to a locked park gate. Promising. I did figure it out though and to be honest… as a nice white Jewish girl from the suburbs, it was a little sketch… And I’ve been in sketchy situations before. Alas. Anyway, I had just started my 5 minute warmup when one of my friends called me. Her first question “are you at a shooting range? What’s that banging?” It was sketchy. I walked for 35 minutes while chatting and catching up with my friend. It was nice and I just kept doing laps around a set of tennis courts and the lap was about a quarter of a mile long.
Then I hung up and got down to business, alternating 90 seconds of jogging and 2 minutes of walking six times. W2D1 Complete.
Week 2 Day 2 April 4
Oh hey, MapMyWalk App, that walking path everyone keeps logging workouts on… oh that’s like right there? That’s Overpeck Park? Oh… That makes a lot more sense now…
I jogged/walked past my car, tennis courts, basketball courts, a soccer field, a football field, a track, a dog park, a 9/11 memorial, and all while running next to a little creek. (Ok, a substantial creek.)
Oh also! I bought a sports bra the day before the run. It was pretty great.
Week 2 Day 3 April 6
Now that I’ve found park running, I had to attempt my first jog/walk on a weekend day where the park was bound to be more crowded. Woof. Additionally, I had also done a little drinking the night before. Nothing too crazy, just one drink called “bug juice” that was all liquor, but tasted like raspberry lemonade, and was totally lethal and then some strange dude bought my friend’s entire birthday party crew (a group of about 16) a lemondrop shot. First time ever taking a lemondrop shot. I don’t really like shots. Didn’t really like that shot, either.
I wasn’t terribly hungover. I was barely even hungover.
I just didn’t want to run.
I did it anyway.
Week 2, fucking done!
Rest Day 2 Between Weeks 2 and 3 April 8
You are generally supposed to take 2 rest days in between weeks, though just today after perusing the subreddit's FAQs, I have found that reducing the number of rest days between weeks to 1 is absolutely fine. Either way, I was feeling antsy on Tuesday and decided to get outside. I went out to Palisades Interstate Park, that I was sort of (not really) familiar with, because I had done my senior service work there in the last two months of my senior year of high school, cleaning the park and clearing the paths. I climbed up a cliff.
I mean there was a walking path, but there were a lot of wet leaves on the steps and like it was super steep. It took me like an hour and I stopped to sit at one point and then to look out at the Hudson River, but I climbed a cliff, 308 ft. My knees were fucking killing me. For some reason going down the cliff hurt more than going up. All in all it was about 1/2 a mile up and 1/2 a mile down. Then I saw a walking path right along the water. And I was curious. And even though I had climbed the shit out of the cliff, it was only a mile distance-wise. I decided to explore the path. It was muddy and wet, but I found several sets of steps that would take you down to the Hudson River. I found a little garden. I saw a beaver. Then I found a playground and a little pier. The base of the George Washington bridge was within sight. I was tired. But I was so close! I decided to walk to the bridge.
Not my greatest photo, but I kinda pointed and shot and turned around cause there was a guard and I’d heard of people who had been yelled at for taking photos up close of the bridge before and I don’t like getting yelled at.
Did I mention it was muddy?
By the time I got back to my car, I had done 5+ miles and my shoes and socks were wet and I had a blister on my ring toe, because that’s where I get my blisters. Annoying.
And even though I was pretty wrecked and my knees were killing me, (For reals, lowering myself just to sit on the toilet was agony.) (Sorry for the TMI.) I decided to go to the mall… ok the outlet mall and pick up a pair of real sneakers.
Do I have to go back through how I am not a runner? I am not an athlete?
I’m not. I don’t know how to buy sneakers.
I wandered into the Adidas outlet. Everything looked expensive. Wandered over to the Nike outlet across the way. Seemed more manageable. I perused cluelessly for a while until I finally worked up the chutzpah to ask a salesperson a question. She also happened to have been one of the only female salespeople on the floor and even though she didn’t seem super warm, for some reason just the fact that she had two x chromosomes like me (and was also a little bit on the tubbier side, like me.) helped make me feel sort of comfortable.
So I approached and blurted out a whole bunch of awkward stuff (I don’t know why shopping for a pair of sneakers made me feel like I was about to go on a first date or an interview, but it did.) I said something along the lines of “I have no idea what I am doing here. I need sneakers. I have been trying to run and I’d also like the option of playing tennis in them. I don’t know if there are any running shoes with ankle support, but I feel like I keep rolling my ankle so like… I’d like ones with ankle support.” She asked me which way I was rolling my ankle (the right ankle to the outside of my body.) which isn’t something that I thought would be important, she named the way I was rolling it in technical terms, thought about it and recommended several different pairs of shoes for me that’d be helpful and which ones to avoid. Then I asked her what the difference between running shoes and training and tennis sneaks were and she explained them without hesitation, thoroughly and at my level. If you are in Paramus and need sneakers, go to the Nike Factory Outlet in the Bergen Town Center Mall and speak to Jo, kid knows her stuff. (Whatever, I like positive customer service stories. They excite me and I like sharing them, because I also really like sharing my negative ones too. But POSITIVITY.)
I wound up buying the cheapest pair she recommended. They were the only ones I tried on. They are fuchsia and bouncy as fuckkkkkk.
Then I treated myself to a sandwich and a cookie and a soda at Potbellys, because jeez louise it was like the first real food I’d put in my body all day.
Week 3 Day 1 April 9
Week 3 has you do a 5 minute warmup walk, then you jog 90 seconds, walk 90 seconds, jog 3 min, walk 3 min, then do the jogging and walking intervals ones more.
I did it. It was tough and in my first 3 min jogging interval, I didn’t think I’d be able to do it, but I fucking smashed it and didn’t stop to walk.
But then, I got disheartened, because I remembered that according to the plan you could also go by distance instead. And while I was having trouble finding those distances on my phone while doing my cool down walk, I did finally find something about it and my math… while walking… and adding fractions… said I should’ve run like 2 miles, and I had only done about 1.65 miles and that included my warmup walk.
I was no where near a 5k.
So I decided to walk until I hit the 3.1 miles I would’ve ran if it were a 5k.
But I was back at Overpeck Park and it was wettttt. I had to side step a pond which meant trudging through mud in my new shoes. Was not thrilled about that. So I was restricted to one part of my loop. And it was kind of boring. Even though I had a variety of different podcasts to listen to and even though I realized there was a wall by the tennis courts that I could probably go hit at by myself, which would totally solve my problem of not having a tennis partner and give me some space to practice, before I do have an actual tennis partner too.
But I was antsy as shit.
I called two different people.
But I still finished.
AND THAT’S WHERE I STAND NOW.
I don’t know why the caps.
I AM KATIE HEAR ME RAWRRRRR.
Oh. And as it turns out, my math was totally off. I was supposed to be adding yards instead of quarters and eights of a mile. Did you know there are 1760 yards in a mile? And basically my run was about the right distance. So suck it anxiety over distance!
Also, what happened to my whole shtick about it being about endurance not speed?
Sex Education in American Public Schools
feels weird to be proud of jersey.
"A brother is a friend given by Nature." - Jean Baptiste Legouve. Deal with it, Jake. Oh and happy National Siblings Day.
I can’t imagine anything more perfect.
I love them.
crying tears of joy looking at this image