I’ve begun the “Couch to 5k” program. Now, anyone who knows me knows that I prefer, insist rather, on being a couch potato. I don’t trust those exercise freaks out there. Why? Because liking to sweat and having your lungs feel like they are collapsing is not my idea of a good time. So if it’s yours, you’re a little bit “off” in my book. And while I’ll still love ya and hang out with you…I don’t trust you because you’re insane.
The couch part of the program is something I was really good at. Give me my couch, a blanket, our dogs and some Gossip Girl courtesy of Netflix – and I’ll be there for hours on end. Maybe that makes me a little bit off, but I care not.
The training part of the program, however, has been much easier and more fun than I thought it would be. My handsome husband and I are training together, so having a partner who drags me (albeit kicking and screaming) is helpful. We’re scheduled to run a 5k in April, but if I turn into one of those half marathon weirdos after that…someone please pass me a remote.
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