Tuesday, January 4, 2011


It's cold out side.  My knees hurt.  It started to rain.  I am tired.  My show the Biggest Loser is on. 
What's wrong with me?  Why can't I  make time for this?  I almost enjoyed doing it the first time that I "ran".
I am a runner...I am a runner....I am a runner !!!
  Somebody make me do this!!  HELP  :(

Friday, December 31, 2010

Odds against it...

I woke up this morning with an extreme charlie horse in my right calf.  I haven't had the pain in years.  Why today?  Why in my leg?  What does this mean?  I better not start the program today.

It's my day off.  I never get a day off.  Why today?  Why am I off?  I better start the program today.

I found my shoes, which are actually good shoes thanks to my smart and beautiful daughter, Laura.  Why these shoes?  Why do they have to go on my feet?  Ok, I will stop doing that., :)  I found my workout clothes.  Put them on.  The cute little pocket that I have always wanted to utilize is on the OUTside of the pants.  Umm turn pants inside out.  Hair-Do so not a problem.   Pearls yes? Pearls no?

Out the door...yes I went outside.  And I started the program today.

Brisk walk. check. Sixty second slow jog, Check.  I cannot explain how long that first sixty second run was.  Thought I was going to fall in the ditch.  But I did it. and kept on.  It was difficult for me.  I realized I was going up hill, so I turned and started running against the wind.  Never said I was smart.  I worried about how far to go because heaven for bid that I walk/run too far.  The seconds of running got a bit easier.  The calf began hurting again, and the knees were in shock.  The feet were ok.  I actually ran, sort of.

Lesson for the day which is heretofro known as W1D1.  (Week one Day one for all you non runners).  I should have planned my route and maybe found someone to do this with me.   And I do need some cute clothes...hint hint.

Confessions....if I hadn't "blogged" about it, I might have not gone out the door.   And I did NOT do the warm down.  And I did wear pearls.. (HEY! I gotta be me)

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Let's just talk about it first.

Talk about it?  I've talked about it for years.  Then, I laugh hysterically.  Those that know me laugh hysterically.  I am a softie, a couch potato, a dreamer.  But I do want to be a runner.  I really do.  So what's different now?

This has not been the best year for me.  After a life of healthy everything, I was diagnosed with breast cancer.  Can't believe I am even typing these words.  I have done the surgery, the chemo and the radiation and now my numbers are good and I am finished..and this is not about that.  This is because of that.  

Hello, My name is Angela and I want to run.  So today, I am talking about it.  I have read and re-read C25k running program.  In nine weeks the program says it will take me from the couch to the 5K run.  I must say, I will put this program to the true test, remember I am soft and comfortable watching the Biggest Loser while eating ice cream and sleeping in my workout clothes.

My smart and beautiful daughter Laura has downloaded all the podcasts (a new term for me)  and my ipod is charged.  The only thing stopping me... is me.