That was the most difficult week since the first one. Getting started is not easy: inertia, as we well know, is difficult to overcome. However, as the workouts progressed, I started to enjoy the routine of leaving home to exercise.
But Week 4 was difficult in a way that I honestly wasn't expecting. And I know it has less to do with the increase in running time and more to do with my mental health - my doubts about myself now have this burden of stress to which we are subjected. My insomnia came back with a vengeance. And leaving the house to run this week was to fight a very powerful voice that kept screaming in my ears: "you will not be able to complete the workout". Even today, having completed the previous ones, in the middle of the last five minutes of jogging, I was absolutely sure that I would have to stop, that I would have to walk the rest of the time, that I was not doing well. And yet every time I told myself I was going to stop, at the same time I refused to do it. "I'm going to run until the app tells me to stop." "I am more stubborn than my stupid, derrotist brain." And in the end, I did it.
Today is exactly one month since I started the program. Here in Brazil we say that the year only begins after Carnaval. When March started, I thought: I will try to run in the park three times a week, who knows if by the middle of the year I will be able to enroll in a 5K event. So much has happened in the world (and with me) since then. But I keep running. And I am still healthy, probably more healthier that I was a month ago. As difficult as the process of getting off the couch and trying to run is, I realize how privileged I am for being able to do that with all that is happening right now. And I am grateful (I am not religious, but I have found myself thanking my body, my will and even the universe, I guess) for this.
Next: the infamous week five.