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Couch to 5k, week one, day one

Its about that time.
My daughter is 2 months old and I have not yet started to shed the extra weight that stuck around after her delivery.
Until yesterday.
I decided to start the couch to 5k program (c25k) from the beginning. It had been almost a year since I have been on the treadmill. I decided that I was going to kick up my run speed, so I set the walk portion at 3mph and the run at 5mph. When i was running before I conceived Z, I was only running 15 minute miles, but i could do 2 miles at once. I know, barely a run, right? So I thought if I started the program running 12 minute miles, I wouldn't have to kick up the speed as much later.
Worst. Mistake. Ever.
I only finished half of the workout. Not only that, but 20 minutes after I suffered thru the cool down, my lungs still burning, I schlepped into the shower, almost unable to stand.
The rest of the day, I got progressively more sore and unstable. I finally understood the term "over doing it".
Today, I'm still feeling rough. I love this program, and it's mistakes like this one that turn people off from running permanently.
I might need to start from square one next Monday.
A lot slower.

Comments

  1. do you have a link for what you are doing? congrats on starting it up..

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  2. http://www.coolrunning.com/engine/2/2_3/index.shtml
    There is also an app on the android market that dings when it's time to switch speed!

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