Well, I guess I’ve done the first week of the Couch to 5K beginner’s running program about 4 times in the past year. Why keep starting, why not just don’t quit? Well, there are quite a few different reasons and I’m just so stinking frustrated about all of them!
It was last year, I guess right about this time – in May – I got through the third week, and discovered I was 7 weeks pregnant. Overall, probably not something to be frustrated about, but as far as the running went…well…I had to stop.
About two months ago, I got through the first week and my knees gave out. I’ve never had great knees anyways, but I was trying to run in cheap worn out tennis shoes…this just doesn’t work. It was another four weeks or so before we could afford to get me some new, meant for running, shoes. I was so stinking frustrated, I came home fuming and totally pigged out on M&M’s – I know, way to counteract those burned calories.
A month ago, I got through the first week and then my husband diagnosed me with shin splints (I wrote about that HERE). My leg hurt so bad I didn’t know if I was going to be able to drive home. Again, I was so angry that I came home and pigged out on ice cream – again counteracting the burned calories.
Once again, it seems that the shin splints have flaired up. I was attempting the first day of the second week, it shouldn’t have been too hard. The weather was absolutely perfect, and I was ready to really push myself and do it. 45 seconds into the first running segment, I noticed that my shoe was untied. So, I stopped and tied it, and noticed a slight aching in my leg. I thought, no big deal, it’s probably just that muscle getting worked a bit (I was very diligent tonight about warming up, stretching, and getting my legs ready to run). I finished that run segment and felt great! I was hardly out of breath, I could feel my blood pumping, and I thought “I can totally do this”. However, as I continued with the walking segment, my leg just got worse and worse. By the time my clock hit 2 minutes, I could hardly walk on it. I limped the rest of the way around the track and somehow managed to drive home. Talking to my husband about the situation, I just about cried all over him because I was very unhappy. This time, I came home and pigged out on pizza. For some reason the pigging out makes me feel better.
Well, we should be scheduling a doctor’s appointment soon, and maybe I’ll get some legitimate answers, figure things out, and start over AGAIN. Yeah, this little Mamma is ready to get into shape :-\