This morning J and I moved onto the third week of the Couch-to-5K Running Plan. We've been going out in the mornings on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays.
I have to say, this program is really well designed. The first week you start off by alternating 60 seconds of jogging and 90 seconds of walking for a total of 20 minutes. It doesn't sound like much, and the first 60 second bit wasn't bad, but by the time I was on the eighth (and final) jog, I was definitely glad I hadn't tried to simply run for 20 minutes! I was sore that day and the next, but I was still able to run again on Wednesday. By the Friday run, I could already feel that it was easier to do.
The next week we moved onto alternating 90 seconds of jogging and two minutes of walking, and this week we've started alternating 90 seconds jogging, then 90 seconds walking and 3 minutes jogging, then 3 minutes walking. I really expected to feel like I might die on the 3 minute stretches, but unbelievably, I've been fine. I mean, I'm definitely the slowest runner I know, but, hey, the program says to "jog" and I am perfectly fine with starting out with that.
Also, I can't believe it, but I am loving that J and I are doing this together. I usually feel really stressed out to have to exercise with someone else because they are inevitably stronger or faster or whatever than I am, and then I am always struggling to keep up which is exhausting and I am really embarrassed by it. But running with J is perfectly comfortable because, well, he already knows I am the biggest wuss ever and he still loves me. :) So I'm not too worried that I will destroy any strong woman image he may have of me.
So far, we've been doing the walking stretches together, but then on the jogging parts he just goes on ahead of me. It's not like he sprints on ahead of me and disappears, but at least neither of us is worrying about sticking to the other person's pace. Then he walks back to me and continues on with me until the next jogging part.
So yes it's true, I am actually enjoying exercising.
(Or at least, that's what I say at night when I feel good. I still hate getting up in the mornings. My body isn't ready for normal activity when I get out of bed, much less running. Meanwhile, J wakes up ready to go, bouncing around, and singing. It sounds like fun to be around, but when you're a morning grump like me, it just boggles the mind and makes you a little crazy. But it could be worse - we could both be morning grumps and then it would be that much worse.)