I'm not gonna lie. Week 2 has been a bust so far. I have gone out every other day like I'm supposed to, but these workouts are 10 minutes longer (31 minutes vs. 20 minutes), and the jogging portions are longer (1.5 minutes vs. 1 minute). I know it doesn't seem like that big of a deal, but to someone so massively out of shape as I am, it is apparently. I have not completed one workout so far this week without having to walk during some of the jogging portions. I have completed them, though...well, except for today.
Today is supposed to be day 3 of week 2 for me. I decided to try running around my backyard for a few reasons: 1. I'm sick of running up cardiac hill. It kills me every time. 2. I'm less self conscious, because there are no cars driving by or people walking their dogs or maintenance men who look like they're about to call 911 to come pick up the fat chick having a heart attack because she has no business running. And 3. The zombie run is a trail run, so I thought I would get some good practice running on grass and dodging dog poop and the kids' toys.
This was a mistake, because my backyard IS a fucking hill. Yeah, it's not as steep as cardiac hill, but the entire time I was either going up or down an incline. Also, my yard is as lumpy as my thighs, so my ankles, knees, and thighs were hitting at all sorts of weird angles. This lead to me utilizing a whole bunch of muscles I didn't know existed and am now painfully aware of. And the worst part of all- it's really easy to quit when you're in your backyard as opposed to the opposite end of the neighborhood, where you have no choice but to walk back. So, I lasted for 10 minutes before I quit. My legs hurt, and my earbuds kept falling out, which I took as a sign from the universe to just call it a day and try again tomorrow. I've also recently become reacquainted with my shin splints and cramps, which I did not suffer from at all the first week.
I know I sound like a big ol' whiny bitch today, and I own that. I am being a total baby. I hate running with a fiery passion, and I feel like it's important to put this out there, because one day I will love it. I'm determined to become one of those obnoxious cunts who drones on about the benefits of running and runners' highs and my first half marathon- all that shit. And when I finally get there, because I WILL, I want other people to look back on this and realize they can do it, too, even if they're out of shape and hate exercising.
Also, Hey Fat Girl, read this if you need some more motivation.