I hate exercise! That’s any form of exercise; gym classes, weight training, running, swimming. I hate them all. Obviously I’m aware of the benefits of exercise but quite frankly I don’t have time. Yes I’m one of those people. The people who say they don’t have time to work out but have plenty of time to sit at home, eating crisps and watching MasterChef. You’d never see me out jogging round the local park so everyone’s reaction came as no surprise when I agreed to take part in the couch to 5k challenge.
Now I’m by no means over weight. My hips are a little wider than I’d prefer and my ass jiggles when I walk up stairs but aside from nitpicking, I’d say I’m pretty happy with my figure – although this is not taking into account my rather sad excuse for a pair of tits. No amount of exercise is going to rectify my deflated fun bags! Boobs aside I’m not doing this to lose weight, I’m doing it get healthier.
Rory is nearly fifteenth months old. Add on the nine months I was pregnant and that’s two years since I last visited a gym! OK, so I haven’t spent two years lounging around. Although now that I’m back at work I’m spending considerably more time sat on my ass. I’ve also conveniently managed to land a desk right next to the biscuit tin. I’m not usually one for sweet stuff but when you’ve got a packet of chocolate Bourbons staring you in the face, it’s hard to resist. Never mind baby weight, at this rate I’ll need another year off just to lose my biscuit weight!
Anyway, I digress. When my friend Claire – fellow blogger and mom of one – first told me about couch to 5k I was a little apprehensive. These things always seem like such a good idea at the time but they never work out the way I hope. Clearly I imagine that after one session my inner (very inner) fitness freak will emerge and I’ll become the female version on Joe Wicks! As expected Monday evening rolled round and I was dreading it. After bathing the child I wanted nothing more than to stick on my PJ’s and settle down (with a glass of wine) to watch Corrie: I mean seriously, how gripping is it at the minute? But instead off I went to dust off my sports bra and long lost gym leggings.
We met outside our local Co-op. Once we got the awkward introductions out of the way I was happy to see that everyone appeared to be on a similar fitness level. But this didn’t stop me from worrying. More so when I got stitch during the warm up! As we missed the first week my main concern was lagging behind – as well as accidentally stepping in dog mess. But I actually surprised myself.
The sessions consisted of 90 seconds running followed by 90 seconds of walking. Something which definitely got my heart rate going but was more than manageable. In total we covered just over 4k. Next week’s session will be a little harder with two minutes of running and 90 seconds of walking. I think the thing which I found really great was that we did it as a group. There’s strength in numbers. Not only does it make running easier but you don’t feel as daft. Who cares if the local youths heckle you when your doing it with you’re girl gang!
I may have started the session feeling nervous but by the end, do you know what? I felt flippin fantastic! But before I get carried away I’m fully aware that it’s only the second week. Things are clearly going to get harder and I highly doubt I’ll be the next Paula Radcliffe. Nevertheless I’m feeling motivated. Dare I say it, I’m even looking forward to next week…but only a little!
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