Couch to 5K!

So I'm one week in.....you should do it too! I already am feeling better about it - my legs hurt less yesterday after day 3 than they did after day 1, which is quite encouraging! Do I love every minute of the actual running? No. Sometimes I don't mind it and sometimes I actively resent it :), but I'm so proud of myself for actually DOING it when I've never managed before.

I listen to Robert Ullrey's podcasts while I run - he tells me when to run, and when to walk, and says encouraging little things, and even though I know he's not actually talking to me personally, it still really helps to hear it. (Hmmmm....I wonder if I could harness that for my classroom.....) And other music/inspirational options are here.

In addition, I'm planning little treats for myself after each completed week; this week I bought some cute new spring exercise pants, and next week I'm planning on a new sports bra, so that helps too. And all my runner friends are being so positive and encouraging; it's awesome.

It actually makes me believe that I just might be able to do this thing....

(Joan, how's that for inspiration?)

Gotta call seat-backs.

INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

The room is furnished with a couch, two occasional chairs and a semi-broken rocking armchair that no longer only rocks back and forth, but instead can rock a full 360 degrees. It's uncomfortable to sit in, and is currently avoided by the human residents of the house.

Present are TEACHIN', her HUSBAND and their two dogs. teachin' is on the couch, reading blogs. Husband is sitting in one of the two occasional chairs, and BARKY DOG is curled up in the other. LAZY DOG is sitting in the armchair.

HUSBAND

I'm going to get some water - do you want any?

TEACHIN'
(absently)
I'm okay.

Husband gets up and walks to the kitchen. Lazy Dog, always hopeful for a snack, jumps down and follows him. A moment later, they return. Husband walks to the armchair.

HUSBAND
Lazy Dog! C'mere! Come on, good girl!

Lazy Dog looks at Husband and runs past him. Pushing under teachin's leg, she trots over to the non-occupied occasional chair and hops up, turning to look at Husband as she settles in.

teachin' breaks into uncontrollable giggles.

TEACHIN'
Heeheeheheeehheheeheehehehehheehee....

Husband turns and stares.

TEACHIN' (CONT'D)
She got you! She totally set you up! Good
girl, Lazy Dog! Heeheeheheehehheeeeee!

HUSBAND
(sighing heavily as he sits in the armchair)
Sometimes I hate you a little.

The room returns to peace, punctuated only by teachin's continued giggles, Lazy Dog's snores, and Husband's occasional glares.