Tonight I started my Couch to 5k program.
When hubs and I met, I was a size 4. Eight years, many late night pizzas and a Grayson Boy later my ass couldn't squeeze into a 4 with a tub of Crisco and a prayer.
Do I want to be a runner? No not really. I find it boring. But I need to do something to get myself back into shape...and back into the single digit sizes. This seemed like a good place to start.
It seems pretty doable. Tonight as I got on the treadmill I said- there is no freaking way I can run for 60 seconds straight. But to my own amazement I did (or perhaps embarrassment as Hubs was on the couch and I didn't want to collapse into a heap in front of him...Id never hear the end of that after his arse ran a half marathon). You run three days a week for about 30 minutes total, and I can do it after Grayson goes down for the night. Lucky for me he can sleep through the thump thump of a treadmill from down the hall.
So pray for me lovelies...as I attempt to get my bum back into shape without killing myself first.