Couch to 5K: Day Whatever

I have no idea what day it is anymore.  The last day of Week 3, so I guess that makes it Day Nine.

Since Karin had the absolute gall to go and get married and go on her flingin’ flangin’ honeymoon, I was all alone this morning. And it was the first time that I considered not going when the alarm went off. I’m tiiiiiiir-ed. I feel stuffy. Blah. But I went. I considered it homework. We vowed while we were apart to finish Week 3 on our own and start Week 4 and then we’d reconvene on Wednesday. And I didn’t go yesterday, mainly because my knee is hurting a bit and I wanted to give it an extra day to get better, (I think it’s just muscle pain, nothing serious) but also because by skipping that day, it put me on the right schedule again to be back with Karin on Wednesday morning.

Running alone sucks. I know for absolute certainty that without Karin, I would have bailed on this about eight workouts ago.  No more going two days in between runs. That is tough. Every other day is about perfect for me.

Although it must suck for Karin, having to get up and exercise on her honeymoon. But she has the advantage of being married to a runner who happens to be training for the Chicago Marathon in two weeks, so he’s getting up to run too. At least she has someone to get up with her. Maybe Monday I’ll take a dog with me.

But the best news is that we are now one-third of the way done with our training. I still look ahead a few weeks and think there is no way in hell I’ll be ready to do this. The moral of that story is to stop looking ahead in the training plan.

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