It hurt. A lot.
I am severely out of shape, and I can feel it each time the interval switches back to jogging. I got enough sleep Saturday night, since it was my turn to sleep in while my husband got up with our son, but I’m sure my poor sleeping habits as of late didn’t help how I felt during the workout. Pizza and Coke the night before probably didn’t either.
For those of you who are unfamiliar with the Couch to 5K program, it is designed to get you into a running program in a gentle, gradual manner. So even if you’re a non-runner, like me, you can run a 5K at the end of nine weeks. Hopefully.
The workout for Week 1, Day 1 consists of jogging for a minute, walking for a minute and a half, and back to jogging again for a total of 20 minutes. Add the 5 minutes of fairly quick walking for warmup and cooldown periods, and you’ve got your 30 minutes of vigorous exercise for the day.
But I don’t jog, really, ever. The last time before Sunday that I think I jogged anywhere was on Beggars’ Night, when I was trying to get the maximum amount of time Trick-or-Treating with my son, and almost made myself late to rehearsal for Taming of the Shrew. I pretty much sprinted from the last house on the street, then jogged, then walked quickly, then just said, “To hell with it” and got to my car when I got to it.
I did pretty well, though, all things considered. I’m actually pretty proud mostly not unproud fairly pleased with how I did on Sunday. I only shortened the jogging part twice, once on Repetition 6, to 57 seconds of jogging followed by 93 seconds of walking, and the second time on Repetition 7, to 45 seconds of jogging followed by 105 seconds of walking. (There are a total of eight intervals consisting of jogging for 60 seconds and walking for 90 seconds.) Krista was keeping the time, so I didn’t know that I was so close to the end. She told me that the last one was, in fact, the last one, so I decided to push through the final one and do it right.
During the workout, I had mixed feelings. At first, I was pleasantly surprised by how short a minute was. Of course that feeling quickly went away, and I started to have a harder time running, breathing, talking, especially all at the same time. I mostly wanted to die or disappear or do anything but be right there right then, running. But then when I knew the end was coming, I felt a sense of relief, and a sense that I could finish with my head held high.
Then, of course, there was how I felt afterward. I was glad to be done, but physically, not too badly off. I felt a little weak, a little tired, but mostly I was fine until Monday. Then I woke up with soreness in my quads. About an hour later, my ankles started to hurt as well. Later in the day my shoulders decided to join in. But I could walk, even up the stairs (provided I wasn’t carrying a certain boy who weighs about 28 pounds), without wincing. Today all soreness was gone.
I’ve downloaded the Podcasts by Robert Ullrey, so for the second workout of Week 1, I can keep my own time. That should help a little. Unfortunately, I found out late in the day today that my family’s treadmill is broken. So I guess I won’t be using that for this little adventure. We don’t really have the money for a gym membership right now, so at least until the weather gets warmer here in Ohio, I’m going to see what I can find for free. My dad has a membership at Power Shack, and he says they do a 1-week free trial membership. I plan to check it out tomorrow. Maaaaybe I can convince my husband to let me work out before I go babysitting.
Wish me luck!