Day 2 of the New Couch Potato to 5K running adventures:

4:30 AM - cuss the alarm clock hit the snooze

4:39 AM - hit snooze again

4:59 AM - crawl out of bed becuase I'm in PAIN!

5:20 AM - Arrive at the gym and weigh myself. Holy Shit! No more desert for me...there went that "I've been traveling for three months and haven't gained any weight" bragging I've been doing.

5:25 AM - Begin the second day of 90 second / 60 second torture.



I have no idea how well I did this morning. First off I'm in pain. The entire lower left side of my body hates me right now. Second, the f'ing treadmill kept changining the way it was counting time. First it was backwards from 30 minutes then it was forward and then it was backwards and by that point I can't breathe, my face looks like a tomato, I've had NO coffee and I said Screw it. Hit stop and started over at minute 12 something.



I attempted to do another 18 minutes to hit thirty and decided that I didn't need to be that stupid or gung ho this early in the program. Cut back to another 12 of which I think I walked the last 7. So I'm still doing this, but I'm going to be much slower than the program says to go, but hey I need to function during the day. :)



6:08 AM - Back in the car and heading for the hotel to shower.



I really need to get something to put on my seats. I don't think leather and sweat going very well together. Do you?

What the hell was I thinking?!?!?!?

I'm going to Atlanta next month to visit a girlfriend I haven't seen in a while. We are both somewhat broke and need to find something to do that's fun and cheap. It's Atlanta, this should be a fairly easy thing to accomplish. ATL girlfriend decides that the "fun, cheap" attraction is to run a 5K. Keeping in mind I've NEVER run anything in my life. In a moment of complete insanity, I agree...with the provision that's there's mimosas after the run. :)

So because my ATL girlfriend convinced me to sign up for that 5K in September when I go see her AND I've been working out for a year AND I no longer smoke, I've decided to give running a try. So...I go online and look for a good beginner's program to start running/learn to run. I find a pretty good one called Couch potato to 5K in 8 weeks. I think "Perfect! No problem, I can do this". WRONG!!!!

OH MY GOD, was I wrong. So days 1, 2 and 3 are

Brisk five-minute warmup walk. I do this at 3.7 mph on the treadmill with ease. NO problem!

Then alternate 60 seconds of jogging and 90 seconds of walking for a total of 20 minutes. Ok...this first two or three iterations weren't so bad. By the sixth one, I was hitting my pass out zone on the heartrate monitor within 35 seconds of jogging. Which for the record was ONLY 4.5 MPH!!!!

In addition, because I'm in a complete fog at 5 AM, I forgot that the first workout was only 20 min and set the treadmill for 30 thereby completing a 5 min warm up and 25 min of walk/jog. Yeah, right! I got 5 min of warm up, 17 min of walk/jog and the last 8 were strictly walking.

I suck. And I thought this was going to be breeze becasue I can do 45 min of strenuous cardo on the elliptical trainer no problem. Oh boy, was I ever wrong! The true test is if I go back tomorrow morning for more torture. Updates to follow! LOL

I love my cat...

Ok...So on Friday morning I felt something on Tabitha's (aka Baby Girl) back that felt like a lump. So I panic, call the vet and get an appointment for Friday evening. While we are there, we get her blood work done (she's old!) and one of her every three years shots. They stuck her three times to draw blood and I could hear her screaming in the other room. Loud screaming...the kind that all cat owners (aka as cat servants) know. The one that says your killing me and as soon as I get off this table you're dead meat!

Soooo...two hundred dollars and one very pissed off cat later here's the results:
Lump = muscle. Obviously Baby Girl has been working out (like her servant) and has an overdeveloped muscle over her shoulder blades (unlike her servant)
Blood work = perfect. Except for the three new holes in Baby Girl
Shot = she hid in the closet all day Saturday and didn't come out until Sun afternoon.

I love my cat, but damn! There goes those purple suede boots I was going to buy. :)