It was a lovely cool afternoon yesterday, so even though J was laid out sick at home, I took Squeakles out by myself to finish up the first week of the Couch-to-5K program.
(Maybe it was food poisoning or maybe it was sympathy pains for Squeakles' recent experience with oatmeal, but two nights ago I woke up to the horrible sounds of J retching in the bathroom. He tried to blame his illness on the delicious chard I'd picked up at the farmer's market that afternoon that we had for dinner that night, but I gently suggested that the culprit was more likely to be the Chinese food he'd gotten for lunch from a streetcart vendor...)
Ahem, sorry for that disgusting aside. Back to my lovely afternoon run.
Of course, it wasn't exactly a "run". It was 60-second segments of jogging, sandwiched between 90-wonderful-seconds of walking, repeated for 20 minutes.
The first day we jogged, J pushed the stroller while I complained on each segment about how. tired. I. was. can't. do. ... any. ... more. But I did it all and felt good about it afterwards. Then for the next couple of days I had slightly sore muscles and a strange belly ache. (In retrospect I think that I probably just worked some ab muscles, but for those few days, I considered whether I might be pregnant or getting my period or maybe I had a tapeworm or maybe my c-section scar was rupturing. Hm, hypochondria anyone?)
The second time J and I went out jogging, I felt a little bit stronger and I remembered that the last time I'd done this jogging program that it was the first day of the week that was always the hardest.
Since J was sick on our third jogging day, Squeakes and I went out by ourselves. I was happy to find that pushing the stroller wasn't bad at all. Squeakles slept the whole time, while I huffed and puffed behind him. (Side story: After the jog, I went to the grocery store where someone commented on Squeakles in his stroller. I replied that he'd slept while I did all the work of running. The guy said, "Well, in about 70 years it will be the other way around." And I wondered just how old he thought I was.)
The only thing about pushing the stroller is that when I locked the front wheel, the stroller seemed to veer to the left. And since it is harder to make slight directional corrections when the wheel is locked, this meant that I had to keep putting pressure on the handlebar to lift the front wheel slightly in order to keep making it aim straight. I quickly gave that up and left the front wheel unlocked and it worked much better.
I'm in the mood to celebrate one week down (eight more to go), but unfortunately this week was a rough start for everyone else. There was J's food poisoning. And after overcoming a bad charley horse, Amber had a good first run, only to come down with strep throat a couple of days later. And Mom to Baby J has found it difficult to fit in workouts around a crazy new work schedule and a baby who's putting up some sleep resistance.
Hopefully next week will be a good week for everyone!