This morning I am feeling hungover, blog-style. "Did I really write about...CHILDBIRTH CHOICES last night?," I think to myself, holding my head and hoping the answer is no. "I didn't use...excessive punctuation, did I? Oh god----did I use CAPS LOCK? Tell me I didn't use caps lock."
Let's talk about something else, fast. Let's talk about something we can all agree on, which is the pain and misery of a new exercise program. I did three weeks of Couch to 5K, but the fourth week I went off-program to save myself from quitting: I went the same distance I was going on a typical Couch to 5K day, but I ran and walked at will.
This worked a lot better for me. When I was timing my jogging/walking, I was spending the jogging sessions thinking "Oh god! No more! I can't do any more! I'm dying! HOW many more seconds??" and the walking sessions thinking, "Oh no, look how fast the time is going! Oh, that's so unfair! Oh no, I have to run in just ten more seconds! Oh, I can't face it!"
When I jogged and walked at will, I spent the jogging sessions thinking, "Look how long I'm jogging! I wonder if I can go a little farther? Look, I'm still going!" and the walking sessions thinking, "I'm still too wiped out to jog again yet, but I think I'll be ready soon. Okay, I'm almost ready! Okay, I'm ready!" Big improvement, morale-wise.
But will I kick my own butt the way the Couch to 5K program was kicking it? This is the question.
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