I haven’t had a cigarette since July 10th. I don’t miss them.
Weight is down to 183. Finally started moving again after being stuck at 187.
Yoga is kicking my ass and I don’t feel like I’m really loosening up – might need to start doing stretches outside of class. (duh lol)
Also, I’m in week 5 of my ‘couch-to-5k’ cyclometer program (running). Today was the first day of the week and that meant a new time-configuration; 5 min warmup, 3 min run, 3 min walk, 5 min run, 5 min walk, 8 min run and 5 min cooldown. I was worried. 4 mins was tough last week and now I’m doing 8 minutes!?!
So I have a nice pair of New Balance shoes, some (short) running shorts; my iPhone is strapped onto my upper arm and the ear-buds are in. I’m listening to Phedippidations Podcast (you really should check it out). Anyway, I stretch out and start my walk.
“Laufen” my German speaking iPhone tells me after 5 mins, and I run. I’m trying to concentrate; my eyes fixed about 15-20 feet ahead of me, watching my breathing and trying to find my stride. You know the one. Landing midfoot on the down-stroke – not too much heel and not tip-toeing either. I’m learning.
You know, I actually look forward to running. And that’s odd because I really feel like I’m suffering when I’m pushing my boundaries. My breathing, toward the end of a stretch of time, is deep and ragged. I sweat profusely. I feel my quads and my hamstrings burning, just a little. There’s this mental battle going on all the time. It consists of focusing. It screws me up when I turn to see something – even just shifting my eyes and POOF – my concentration is gone. There’s the discipline too. ‘Must keep going.’ ‘Don’t give up.’ ‘Only a little further.. one leg in front of the other.’ Yes, it’s really like that for me.
Despite all that and despite the butterflies in my stomach (little ones) when I strap on my shoes and head up to the university mall to run, I really look forward to it.. all of it. And I have an eight minute stretch – longer than I’ve run in 20 years – and I push and push through. My German-voiced coach sais “Walken” in dubious german after the time is up, and I slow down to a walk. I lift my hands up and stretch my arms to the sky in victory. I smile.