Day 1 – The weather is beautiful, almost 7o degrees and the sun is shining brightly. It’s easy to want to be outside.
I haven’t exercised much in months but I know I can walk 4 miles easily. I’m not sure how much more sincere cardio I can take but now is the time to find out.
I download a couch to 5k app with the intention of being able to run a corporate challenge 5k in mid June. I walked it last year but I’m determined to run it this year.
Jogging has been a lifelong struggle for me for two main reasons:
1. My breasts are too god-damned big for a properly fitted sports bra.
2. I could never quite get the breathing down.
Recently, since women in America keep getting fatter and bigger breasted, I was able to finally find a serious sports bra designed just for my purpose. It’s the Mercedes of sports bras to hold my massive 36 G (yes, you read that right – and all natural, too) cups.
This bad boy of bras holds everything in place. It comes up high under the arm, has a nice wide back band suitable to be seen under clothing and padded straps. It also has shaped cups and an under wire. It doesn’t compress my boobs into a flat pancake but it sure as hell holds those puppies in place.
You might be laughing at me but any time I have attempted running in the past, Ill-fitting bras have been the number one deterrent. It’s sincerely painful to run when your breasts muscles are pulling a load up and down. It’s completely and entirely uncomfortable! Plus, I’m pretty likely to give myself a black eye. Therefore, this bra is a godsend for working out with any high impact exercise.
The program starts with a brisk walk for 5 minutes and then goes into intervals of 1 minute walks and 1 minute runs over 15 minutes. Then a cool down walk for 5 minutes. That’s 6 runs in there.
As I breezed through the first minute of jogging I thought to myself “ok, this isn’t so bad” and continued along my merry way.
By the time I got to about the 4th jog I could feel a slight tensing of the muscles in my upper thighs and I started to have trouble catching my breath. I wanted that 4th minute to end faster than it did.
When the 5th jog came up I could feel more of a little sear now, muscles burning where they hadn’t in months and I could feel my cheeks going bright red as I gasped for breath. I momentarily thought about throwing in the towel about 30 seconds in and then I recall that Meredith from Extreme Weight Loss was much heavier than me when she started running and ultimately completed a marathon. I could do it. It was only day 1 for goodness sakes.
By the time the 6th and final minute of running came I was cursing the fact that I had committed myself to this trial and wondering what could have possessed to me to think I could do it. I could barely breathe 45 seconds in and admittedly have up just before the coach called “walk”. Loser.
Day 2 – The next day my legs were on fire. Holy crap! I haven’t felt those muscles since who-knows-when. Clearly I wasn’t going to be running again on day two. I could barely walk and get up the damn steps in my home.
I downloaded two 10 minute routines for strength training for abs and arms. These are also 30 day apps that I can increase performance with each day. They are meant to be used in addition to cardio but there was no way I was doing cardio on day 2, so the two routines sufficed for the day.
Day 3 – I don’t know what hurts more, my still sore thigh muscles or my cramps from my period. Ever since the cysts my period cramps are nasty. And the blood, so much blood.
I lie on the couch thinking of all the reasons I’m not getting up.
Then I convince myself it’s only day 3 and I can’t be that pathetic.
I hop on the treadmill because winter has decided to make a comeback in the form of freezing cold gusts. Not that I’m skinny enough to be knocked over but I don’t need any excuses. The 5k program is 25 minutes. You got this.
I downloaded a new 5k that seemed more “starting from the couch” friendly. This one had 1 minute runs alternating with 1.5 minute walks. Although my thighs are still sore, I had a much easier time of breathing. There was enough time in the 1.5 minute walk for me to regain normal breathing all the way through the 6th run. Ok, today was better.
I did the two 30 day ab/arm workouts.
Wtf, I can’t do a sit up to save my fucking life. Not one. I put my feet under the couch. Geez.
Nor can I do a leg lift without my hands under my butt.
It’s only day 3.
I need a glass of wine. And I’m hungry.
I couldn’t sleep at all last night, the heartbreak demons tortured my thoughts til at least 1 am and there was no way at the 5am alarm I was getting out of bed. I slept in another hour and promised myself that I would be doing my work-out after work.
But, I didn’t. I had a terrible day and needed to sleep….but once again, I was up all night with him on my mind. I hate these gut feelings because in the past they used to mean something bad was about to happen. Now, I don’t know why I have them. (post to follow)
I woke up late and lie in bed. I felt better than the day before, but guilty for not working out. I hope to do better by evening.
I can feel my body releasing all the crappy weight I packed on the last months. The 10 pounds I put on should come off quickly enough. My eating has been very good, but my caffeine intake not so good. I am still at 2 large Venti Latte’s per day…I need to cut that down to 1.
I did, in fact, make it home and worked out as planned. Today was 8 one minute runs. I honestly thought I was going to pass out in the 7/8th run. I can’t catch my breath. But I did it.
Then I had to do 25 sit up while my youngest son watched on in horror. “Mommy why are you groaning like that? Mommy stop doing it if it hurts, your face is red!” It was uuuuuugly. I cheated on the sit ups – legs hooked under the bed and arms over my head to help pull me up. Crap this is hard.
I didn’t even bother with the 5am alarm. I’m tired. More tired than usual. Screw it.
I did get the run in tonight but bagged on the strength exercises. Looks like my 30 day challenge is going to be more like 45 at this rate.
I went to bed with pretty bad cramps through my left leg high at the thigh and into the groin. I knew I was moving a blood clot. This determined that I needed to pass on working out in the morning. Called doctor and received the news I expected: just take it easy and be gentle on your body.
This means I won’t be working out today or tomorrow so my jump start was more like a soft start. But hey, it was A start! Any start is still a good start!
The good news is my slow slide into Isagenix was ok. I didn’t do the full plan but definitely got the pattern down. I still have to work up to the fast next week. I may try one fast day and see how it goes.
My weight was down from my my initial weigh-in by 5 lbs. I still have another 5 pounds of wasted weight I put on from being neglectful. Then I can start losing real weight again. What a waste of effort. I keep doing this stupid yo-yo with the same 10 pounds.
Overall, I didn’t have the strong start I keep dreaming of. I still hate exercising every single time I do it.
But, I’m committed. Let’s start week 2.