What? Am I speaking in code? Am I drunk during work hours? Nope.
This morning I was at the gym to complete my first workout for my Couch to 5K training plan. I’m training for a Mud Run at the end of March, so it’s time to get myself in running shape <— Never. Ever. Thought I would ever say that.
I was so nervous to try jogging. I didn’t know how my bionic ankle would hold up. But I needed to see where I was at physically. I got some new kicks 2 weeks ago.
Hello Dayglow:
I pulled on an ankle brace and my new kicks and hit the gym.
After having some issues with a “Code Error” treadmill a fellow 24er point out a working unit. Thanks, friend.
I downloaded a training app on my iPhone that has the C25K program, so the lovely lady tells me when to walk and when to jog. We’re friends now, but I don’t know how long I’ll like her. I’m sure I’ll be cursing her in a few weeks.
I’m a rockstar at brisk walking. I own it. I make it look good. Jogging. Not so much. I am awkward. I can only imagine how lame I look.
See Exhibit A:
My brisk walking stride is huge…if you’ve ever walked with me anywhere you know how wide my steps can be. My jog is maybe half the stride. Is it supposed to be like that? I don’t think so. I see other people run and they have long, pretty, gazel like movements. I’m just the awkward girl in the back trotting along.
I’m still giving myself points for effort and accomplishment. The style points will come later. I also need to figure out the speed deal on the treadmill…it’s a little confusing. I think we need to spend some more time together.
The Merfett 