The Couch To 5K is a fine, fine program. I'm in my fourth week (although redoing week three), and so far I've heard nary a protest from my knee, ankle or back, which means I must be doing something right.
But damn is it frustrating.
I remember when I could run four miles. Four! Uphill. Barefoot. Through the snow. Okay, maybe not that last part. But the point is, I could run pretty dang far, and it felt good.
Now I'm huffing and puffing and generally making a fool out of myself as I trot past garage sale attendees and playing kids and dog walkers.
Now I'm looking at my iPod every five seconds to see how. much. longer. untilthetorturestops.
Now I'm red-faced and sweating and pulling at the shorts that are riding up my too fat thighs.
Now I'm miserable. Miserable and only running three minutes at a stretch (and I'm using the term "running" very loosely).
It makes me long for the good old days. Those summer days two years ago, before pregnancy and those three abdominal surgeries.
The days when I could run.
I know I'll get there again. I just have to keep at it, keep working, and ignore the frustration.
Bur damn, I wish there was a fast forward button.