Between our stride difference of several feet, and my inability to keep doing something pointless when it hurts like crazy, I joined the Runners Quitters Club early.
Nonetheless, I've discovered a new way to join the Couch-to-5K Club!
Through no intention of our own, we graduated from the gratuitous TV watching phase of our marriage.
Wally's success came through an online Couch-to-5K program (C25K) that literally takes someone from zero to a few miles over several weeks.
My 5K experience has taken over six years of punctuated growth spurts, often loving it, sometimes hating it. In the beginning, everything about achieving 5K seems unattainable. 1K feels like 20K, and you don't know if it will ever not feel awful. You miss the couch.
1K = AAAAHHH! Your body hurts. Your life crashes down around you. People keep telling you that what you're doing is awesome.
2K = AAAAHHHH! You finally got comfortable with 1K. You could circle the neighborhood without looking beat down and exhausted, and even waved at the neighbors. But somehow the plan jumped to 2K, you're not ready at all, and everything is awful! You get lots of sympathetic looks while you're out doing your thing.
3K-4K = Not a bad transition. You're feeling better on the inside, even if things still look a little messy on the outside. At this point in the program, people start to stare. "How does someone even do that," they might wonder.
5K = Eh? What's another K?
|Somewhere along the way we went from kilometers to kids, and somehow made it to 5.|