Yes, yes. I know. I am now on my Second Attempt at Artemisia's Modified Version of Week One of the Couch-to-5K running plan. I ran for one minute, walked for a minute and a half, then ran again, blah, blah, blah for 10 whole minutes.
Walking over to the gym was not the difficult part. The difficult part was the locker room. You see, my office is located on a university campus. And classes have resumed since my Last Attempt.
The locker room is full of toned 19 year-olds, all skinny and tan, wearing the latest in workout fashion, smartly highlighted hair in adorable high ponytails. Who knew there were such snazzy tank tops for the gym? Coordinating not-quite-sweatpants? Matching iPods for Pete's sake?!?!
Once I fought through the flashbacks of middle school gym and managed to change into my workout clothes, (including a t-shirt that fits like a t-shirt and a giant red Discman), I headed up to the track. I am too stupid and fantastically uncoordinated to attempt this run/walk combo on a treadmill. To my complete horror, the track was unbelievably crowded with all these young whipper-snappers whizzing around the track.
I froze. I thought, "There is not a chance in hell I am going to "run" and WEEZE and JIGGLE my way around this track in front of these kids." As I debated whether or not I'd just walk for a bit or head over to the bar in the union next door because at least I am old enough to drink, dammit, I watched the kiddos.
Guess what!?!?! Every single one of them was doing some variation of the run/walk method!! Although, their intervals of running were considerably longer than those I had planned for myself, but still.
So, yes! I went running!
After running, A. and I curled up on the couch to watch THE ROCKIES WIN THE NL PENNANT and it was AWESOME.