Posts Tagged ‘c25k’
Just finished week #7. Only two weeks to go.
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I’m really started to enjoy the whole w25k thing– though my fondness may be a tad premature, having just completed week 2 day 2 of a 9-week program. Still, I’m upbeat and optimistic despite my legendary dour demeanor and am looking forward to Friday’s plod around the track.
Some kind folks have brought to my attention that they think I’m going back on the theme of my weight loss adventure by using a “program”. They tease by saying stuff like, “You’re kind of a hypocrite, what about your website and the whole “lose weight without plans, pills, classes, or surgery? Isn’t this c25k thing a plan? And besides, you’re ugly.” To which I reply, “I know you are but what am I? and “How about you plan to shut up?” through my sobbing and tears. The thing is, I think I’m probably more hippo and crit in this instance considering that the Couch to 5k program has nothing to do with weight loss, it’s purpose is to get my ass from the couch to the track and prepare me to run 5k. Losing weight, if I indeed lose any, will be more of a side-effect. Besides, I’m doing this more to have something additional I can do with my wife (she’s a runner).
Regardless, I don’t see it as a bad thing. It’s been enjoyable thus far and I feel as though my running endurance is improving.
Rock on.
To my surprise I discovered that I have completed week #1 of the c25k program. I’m sure that anyone who knows anything about Couch to 5K knows that it is only a three day per weekkind of thing (at least I think it is– all I know is that when I started the app on my iPhone this morning it went right to “Week 2 Day 1″). I guess I should have researched it a little, or looked ahead on the app. Life for me is a wondrous adventure of a shock and surprise, living-in-the-moment-mystery lately– I don’t know what the hell I’m doing, where the hell I am, or what’s happening next. I’m without conscience nor clue; living in a whimsical oblivion cognizance-free and letting the world and all it’s cares and imagery wash over me like a perfumed fog.
OK, not so much. Thing is, I’m in constant consistent anguish over the infinite possible outcomes to my every thought, word, action or care minutely related to my existence. I’m a cautious, conscientious traveler light-stepping through a self-created minefield of horrendous possibility where potential is more ominous than my ultimate passing through the veil of this mortal coil and the resultant possibility of an after-life is forgettably inconsequential and insignificant as compared to the subset of possible permutations and infinite ramifications of the perceived tonal intent of my voice when I say, “Hello.”
Rituals protect me. The order of things. Left sock first is always the way. Check email before putting on my shoes. Go to the gym before cardio at the track. The specific order of things adds structure and prevents omission.
Except when it doesn’t.
Rock on.
131 lbs. lost
and I still have a ways to go!
No Diet Plans
No Pills
No Exercise Classes
No Surgery
Just Sensible Eating
and Exercise
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