I was out again today. For the third day in a row. Today is significantly cooler than Monday. But I did it anyway.
Depending on how you read and interpret C25K, today should have been a rest day and man was I looking forward to that. Just the extra 45 minutes of sleep alone. But the I had a realization yesterday afternoon. A day of rest wasn't going to serve me right. A day of rest leads to the door open for another day, and another, and one more, and then I'll just start back up next week. And we all know where that will lead me.
So, I decided not to necessarily do W1D3, but to still get up. Still put on my clothes. Still get outside. Keep the momentum moving of me getting up in the morning and doing this. So, I did. I didn't have a goal or duration of time in mind. I just plugged in the tunes and away I went. 1.5 miles of walking. And enjoying. And then coming back into the house and feeling great. I'm very proud of myself for making the decision not to stay in bed today.
So far so good. I'm really, really enjoying everything about this. The head space I am in this time around is completely different. I wonder if this is how an alcoholic feels when he knows detox is really going to work this time. I can't stop thinking about running. I can't stop planning the next day's work out. All of my free time on the Internet is spent reading about running, researching this program, finding success stories. That says a lot right there.
Simultaneously, I am working on my eating habits as well. I've done very well this week. The eating thing is so easy this time. I'm armed with a bit more knowledge and a lot more determination than times before.
Here's to a successful wrap up of the remaining days left in the week!