in order to get a headstart on my new years resolutions, i went on my first run in months. go me. or something.
since i've quite literally not moved much since early spring, when i started my current job, i decided cool runnings couch to 5k nine week running and walking program and, more importantly, robert ullreys accompanying podcasts, would be a good way to get moving again. the program is pretty straightforward and resembles all other ease-into-running programs i've come across or have actually done in the past. the podcasts make the whole thing totally do-able and elimiate a shitload of hassles and excuses from the process. so this it is. not sure whether i'll actually run a 5k this spring. maybe i should.
so today: run#1. it hurt. not much, really, in retrospect, but in the middle of it, after running segment #7, i felt like dying, just a little, and like giving up on running and living and breathing, quite a lot.
i hate the shape i am in right now. my wintertime running clothes, which i bought at my fittest (about a year and ten or fifteen kg ago), unsurprisingly fit like shit. they hurt and constrict in all the wrong places and make me feel horrid. but i don't want to give in and accomodate this weight and buy new stuff. so i'll suffer my way into them again. thankfully, my running shoes still feel awesome.
i'm at my parents house right now, and ran along the river, where lots of people were out for an early afternoon stroll under a perfect wintery sky. the wind was surprisingly harsh and the path much rougher than i remembered, but all in all, given the conditions and my totally unfit state and suicidal thoughts, this was an almost gold-medal worthy run.
now, half an hour after the run, i am loving life again. it's a shocker that i hate running this much, even though i always feel so fabulous afterwards. next run: sunday morning. i'm actually kinda excited, to be honest. i love you, endorphins! so good to feel you again.
