Remember that bit about starting a couch-to-5k program?
It all started with a good friend telling me that she was soooo excited to train for a 5k. My first thought was that this was a silly idea because, well, running is so... well, I hate running. The program she told me about sounded really good and easy enough, so thoughts of the possibility of training with her swirled in my head for a day or so. Then, I had half-ish of a beer with dinner, and suddenly, that couch-to-5k program sounded SO VERY AWESOME! I'd be a running runner! I'd be buff and fit and generally... yar! I shot my friend a quick message saying that I was in, and went on my first workout the next morning.
The first workout was fun. It felt completely manageable to do 60 seconds of running and 90 seconds of walking alternately for 20 minutes. I was only minorly sore, and because I also started riding my bike on the same day (INSANITY, THY NAME IS SONJA!), I never could tell if it was the running or the biking that made me sore.
This morning, I went on my second run-workout.
I knew I was in trouble when I felt absolutely zero motivation to actually go and do it. After my second running-minute, both of my knees ached ever so slightly (a warning - this stuff only gets worse with more exercise), and my shins felt a little splinty (or I'm a slightly hypochodriacal person, who knows). I was sweating and panting.
I suddenly remembered that I hate running. Hate it.
I couldn't think of any good reasons to make myself go through with this silly 5k thing.
So I'm not.
And I am so happy about it.