I gave up.
After publicly declaring I wouldn’t, I did.
After going through C25K with the running pace of 4mph (it was the best I could do), I decided that I would go through it again with a running pace of 5mph. I managed fine until Week 4 Day 1. I failed the first time, but didn’t get discouraged and admitted as such. I failed a second time and felt a little frustrated. I was hoping the third time would be a charm, but no.
My husband gently suggested that I go a little slower and work up to it. Hmph. That’s not how I wanted to do it, and why didn’t I think of that.
Fast forward to today. Feeling fiery darts from every direction for the last week with the last twenty-four hours being the worst, I needed a victory. I needed a personal, tangible victory. After almost a two-week hiatus from the treadmill and resisting the urge to just go to bed and hide under the covers, I decided to try it Derek’s way. Ah, small victory. I completed Week 4 Day 1 and will keep doing it until I reach my goal pace.
We all have our bad days, week, month, and sometimes even year. Don’t ever give up.
This article was first published on January 21, 2014 and was recovered using AI and web.archive.org.
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