I've always wanted to run, my dad is an avid morning runner and I find myself looking longingly at those adventurous runners along the footpaths around my neighbourhood thinking to myself 'I wish I could do that'. The Couch to 5k has been my little secret for two weeks, mostly because I was afraid that I would not be able to manage even jogging for 60 seconds (due to my lifelong love of couches) and would give up. I thought that by keeping my progress a secret I would only have to answer to myself. Then I found this site. I have taken inspiration from the other blogs and the shared experience of fear, struggle and ultimate triumph. So I am out and proud- I am running.
I completed weeks 1 and 2 with a beetroot red face, a constant stitch and little breath left but I completed them. I still struggle with finding my pace and I only have pavement to run on (due to city living and limited cash for treadmills) but I get a little burst of excitement as I head home from work knowing that I will be out there on the streets gasping but running.
Week 3 Run 1 tonight