week two, day one

i left work a little early yesterday to beat the rain, a task in which i was successful, but had intended on also sneaking in a run before the larger cell came through. unfortunately, as soon as i geared up and walked outside, it started steadily raining. i thought i could maybe handle it for a minute, but quickly realized that getting soaked and having to dry off would impede the rest of my evening’s chores, so i opted to wait until this morning

i woke up about 27 seconds before my alarm went off, so, i got up, squeezed my tattooed boobs into that stupid bra, found a suitable hoodie that wasn’t too heavy but was just warm enough (it was 50° at 6a) and got out for my run. i decided not to bring my water bottle this time, as it’s just a heavy thing attached to my hand, and i don’t usually want to drink much while i’m running so that i don’t get water logged.

this week is 90 seconds run/2 minutes walk, repeated six times. i did okay until the 4th round. i said to myself, “well, you have to get home somehow.” so, i kept on; 90 seconds seems a lot longer than it is when you’re waiting for it to end.

i made it home without dying and stretched all the things and continued to get ready for work.


week one, day three

here’s something really weird. i woke up sunday and actually wanted to run. i didn’t have that feeling of dread that i remember from the last time. even with a newly scarred chest tattoo (got color work done on friday: stay tuned for that).

i pushed on my sports bra and, since it was 52°, tried to figure out what kind of outerwear i had that could suffice. the sun was out so, i risked wearing just my arm warmers and a t-shirt (on the top half, of course).

i suited up, and to the dismay of the dogs, went outside without them.

by now, i’ve been able to mentally count the repetitions of run/walk and made it to the “you’re halfway!” point pretty easily. the last two run/walk groupings were a little rough, but only in my shins, which i assume will either stay the same or get better as the muscles learn.

i got home, stretched, showered, and *finally* walked the dogs. just in time, too, because the day got much colder and overcast. i’m glad i was up to see the sun and the neighborhood oriole.

speaking of orioles, see next post.

week one day two

yesterday, i worked from home because i had to drive to a training on the far east side in the afternoon. i had a hard enough time getting in and out of my car on the way there, and the training was 2.5 hours of sitting, staring at a monitor on the wall to my right.

by the time i got home i could barely get up off the toilet. so, i took half a cyclobenzaprine and waited to get tired. fast forward to this morning and i still couldn’t get out of bed without wincing, so i’m working from home again.

except i started to feel a little better and decided to try running. i didn’t want to miss a day in the schedule cuz then i’d be all off. i’m already risking saturday’s run with the tattoo work tomorrow afternoon. hopefully, i’m not too throbby on saturday morning.

anyhoo, the run was ok. after the first run/walk rotation i thought that the run part wasn’t so bad. after the third run, i thought my feet were going to fall off. i guess it’s all relative.

the day after week one day one

getting up at 5 made the work day long, but i made it all the way until i laid my head on my pillow around 2215.

my butt was most sore yesterday, but walking down flights of stairs reminded me that i have Vastus medialises (or whatever the plural is).

those muscles seem to be getting better, but i just rose from a 2.5-hour meeting wherein i was sitting and looking to my right at a monitor on the wall. now i can barely get up after using the toilet because my back goes into spasms if i move wrong.

i’m supposed to do day two tomorrow…

operation encourage metabolism

i’m unsure of what happened (duh, i turned 40), but, i gained upwards of 10 pounds since my dr appointment in december. i know i’m not using the same scale, but it’s obvious my front sticks out further than it once did.

i had every intention of starting couch-to-5k on may 1, since it was a monday and it seemed like a logical place to begin. of course, many things kept me from beginning, most of all, my ability to rationalize anything.

my sleep schedule has been a little off. i’ll fall asleep pretty easily but wake up for a bathroom break and then i’m awake for 1-2 hours. this isn’t so terrible. the terrible part is, once i do fall back to sleep, my alarm goes off and i am so deep into a sleep cycle that i can’t even fathom getting out of bed. so then i sleep too late and then i’m too late to work (in my mind) and then i have to catch up and yadda yadda.

so, this morning, i woke up at 5 to pee. laid back down in bed and thought, “i could either stare at my phone for 45 minutes, or i could gtfup and start running.”

i threw on the one sports bra that i could find from the last time i tried this and got on some light layers for jogging. for some reason, even tho it was already 65° and 90% humidity, i decided that i might need a hoodie.

that was silly.

anyhoo, i completed week one, day one of c25k this morning.

afterward, i laid down in bed to cool off and matt had the grand idea to go over to the diner for breakfast. and breakfast we did. at 6:30am.

we got home and i readied myself for work and matt went to bed.

what a nice weekend

friday night, we went to grampa’s again. i feel like this might be a repeating event for friday nights… as long as we get there before 6; that seems to be when they start getting overly busy.
on saturday, i was awake at 7:30. :/ we walked the dogs and then ran for the first time in two and a half weeks. it wasn’t so bad, i’d like to keep it up i guess.
then matt put the trailer on the bike and we went to pick up our fourth csa (i can’t believe it’s been two months already!)
later that night, i made cauliflower popcorn and cornbread, and we made one-pot spaghetti.
we watched a lot of six feet under (we’re on the last season!) and went to bed.
i got these quiet spot dog tag silencer things because they tend to shake their heads when they want us to get up, resulting in their tags making a lot of noise. this will no longer happen. so on sunday, the dogs let me sleep til about 9.
i walked them and fiddled around in the house, cleaning up from the previous night’s dinner. i got myself to mickey’s for brunch, and both my mom and my cousin informed me that they’d be on their way! what a nice surprise.
after brunch, i came home to make kombucha and realized i didn’t have enough sugar. then, when matt got home, i realized i didn’t have any tea. :/ so we made an emergency trip to woodman’s.
then i made dal in my new pressure cooker. it was so yum.


we’ve been slacking… ever since we “graduated” from the c25k program, we haven’t run once. mostly because it’s been so hot that it would be dangerous, but secondarily because we really weren’t enjoying it *that* much (i don’t think). now that it’s cooled down a bit, i’d like to get back to it. tomorrow would be a good day to start back up. we should probably rewind a couple weeks in the program in order to ease back into it, don’t you think?
in other house related news, a high school (boy)friend of mine has been over a couple times to look at some electrical problems. i don’t know what genius wired the upstairs, but it was probably the same idiot who did the plumbing for the kitchen. don’t get me started on that.
i actually felt kinda like running last night, after a pretty crappy day at work, but it’s hard to motivate oneself.


well, we did it. sort of. we ran 30 minutes with minimal walking. i think we’ll get there eventually. i thought i started to feel ok about it around the 20 minute mark, but it would be nice if that were closer to the 10 minute mark.
i can’t find a decent loop that is even close to 3 miles, tho, and i’m not too keen on running down milwaukee street. we might have to just go up and down and around between starkweather and eastmorland parks.

week eight

we did days one and two on wednesday and saturday. saturday didn’t bode very well because of the humidity. it just makes it impossible to breathe and run at the same time. also, matt got a panic attack in the middle and we did a fair amount more walking than is prescribed. we’ll likely have a do-over tonight, depending on how my face feels after i get a filling at 4 o’clock.
i’m down 10 pounds, too.

week seven

we postponed the mid-week run until friday, because the humidity on thursday was borderline dangerous. so, we got up on friday and ran… for almost 25 minutes straight. we only walked a couple times just to regain composure, and drink. it’s surprisingly difficult to drink from a water bottle while running.
after the run, we walked the dogs, made breakfast, took them to scramble’s*, and started on the three hour** drive to matt’s folks house.
we hung with his parents for about an hour before the house filled up with the rest of the family. his mom made enough food for about thirty people, so we all filled up sufficiently.
after a drunken game of cards against humanity, i snuck off to sleep at about 12:15. i slept pretty well until the little ones returned for saturday daycare.
the morning was for catching up and more quiet time. matt’s dad made us eirekuchen with fresh eggs from our chickens. i was just looking up the spelling of said meal, i see now that it’s just german for “pancake”. maybe i’ll try it soon myself.
we headed back home on a new route that matt’s dad suggested and somehow got off course, but we took a small detour and got the interstate out of plover. i’m not sure it was that much faster, but it was nice to be able to go 79 mph instead of 64.
this morning, we finished up week seven; same routine as before. it was hot, but not going to kill us. i think we walked less than friday, but i’m not really keeping track.
* nickname for my mom when telling the dogs who’s coming or where they are going.
** google says it’s three hours, but when i drive, it’s not.