The One With Week 1 of the Couch to 5K COMPLETE!

I did it.

I ran for a total of 24 minutes this week. 8 minutes per workout.

I don't know whether to laugh or cry.  Actually, today I did cry.  About halfway through the run, I broke down.  This is so hard.  I hate that it is so hard.  Giving up when I am in the middle of a run seems like such a good idea.  But then I visualize the scale, and what I want it to say on my weigh day.  And I push through.  But it sure doesn't feel like it's easier.  It still feels like I am going to die.  And I hate that.  I hate that I let myself get to this point.  It's not fun.  It's HARD!  Honestly, though I know your body forgets over time, I feel like having each of the boys was easier than a half an hour run is.  And I had two pitocin induced labors.

Next week scares me though.  I have to run for 90 seconds.  I thought I was going to die at then end of 60 - how the hell am I going to feel at the end of 90? Lord, give me strength.  Please.  I can do it, right?  I am not feeling it right now... maybe Monday will be better.

I have to do my weigh day this week on Sunday.  Brian will be out of town Monday morning, and I have to rely on his eyes to tell me what the scale says.  We don't have a digital scale, and I can't see the little tick marks well enough to know what it really says.  Plus, the scale hates me and when I lean forward, its says I weigh more than I do.  Nice, huh?  I am kinda nervous, just like Heidi was. It'll be okay though, right?

Hope you are all having a great weekend!  Can't wait to see my Broncos try to cream the Raiders tomorrow! :)