Have you?

Have you ever tried to run when you can't breathe? Miserable self torture is what it is, running when you can't even breathe.

Meghan and I have seasonal allergies something fierce this year. It seems that almost all the yards within the immediate area have decided that this is the time to go to seed, thus making our breathing near impossible. There are days I wish I could just turn off the faucet, and this is while on Allegra the most powerful allergy medicine the Air Force has to offer me.

This morning was the first training session of the second week of my couch to 5K training(from here on out I will be referring to it as C25K). This week after a five minute warm up walk I will be doing 90 seconds of running followed by 2 minutes of walking for about 20 minutes. Today however I did not make it the full twenty minutes, I just couldn't get enough oxygen due to my congestion. I quit after about 17.5 minutes. Looking back I only had one more repetition, but I just couldn't do it. My head was spinning, I was tripping over my feet, and I felt dizzy.

I think that if I am still having problems with the allergies on Thursday I will just hold off on running until I can breathe normally again. Praying that my snot factory shuts down soon!

Have you?

Have you ever worked out so hard you wanted to PUKE? That was me today! Suppose that is what I get for opening my big yap about feeling like I could jog longer the other day.

This morning was a busy morning of run here, run there, run every where. Meghan had to be to the Child Development Center at 8:45 because I had a dentist appointment at 9:40. So I take her on base, then make a dash to the dentist's office. Only it didn't take me the twenty minutes I thought it would, so I was 35 minutes early to my appointment. And my prize for being early? You guessed it I got to wait and my appointment started fifteen minutes late. After being tortured, oh I mean having my teeth cleaned I made a dash to the mall for my next appointment.

My hair...I went from having an adorable angled bob all last fall until just after Miss M's birthday to SHORT hair. I HATED (did I mention I HATED) my haircut. The stylist and I were obviously on two different pages and NOT speaking the same language. I spent the last six weeks debating whether to grow it out or own my short locks. My epiphany came while indulging in my guilty pleasure, "Real Housewives of New Jersey." (I like them all, but New York is my absolute fav!) I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE Caroline's short hair, I LOVE the color too...but the last time I went red it wasn't pretty. I decided to OWN my short hair. So today I went to a local Aveda Salon and had my monstrosity fixed. I LOVE my new cut. It is SHORT, but that is okay, I am OWNING it, I will WORK it. The stylist had it styled so fun and spiky, but I had to take a shower when I got home...so what you see is my styling. This style is so quick and easy to do!

After the mall I decided that since the CDC had Meghan scheduled until 2:30 I would take full advantage of it and go to the gym. This is where the puking comes in. Today was workout number two of the couch to 5K training. The first one was easier than expected, this one...not so much. I started with the five minute warm-up. Then I transitioned into the 20 minutes of 60/90 intervals, 60 seconds of running and 90 seconds of walking. After about the third running interval I just wanted to quit but I held on. By the sixth running interval I was feeling the burn, not just in my legs but everywhere. By the time I finished I felt like I could easily worship at the thrown of the almighty porcelain god. Just the thought of sipping my water has my head spinning.

Hobbling to the car I begin the dash home to shower and change before heading back on base to pick Meghan up from the CDC. Once home I have a few minutes to lay on my bed and sip G2(low calorie Gatorade). My quick shower felt awesome, but was just that. Thankfully my new "do" took literally less than five minutes to fix, got dressed and out the door.

Four hours after my workout my calves and ankles smart a bit. I have a feeling the pain is going to get a lot worse before it gets better...thank goodness tomorrow is an off day for 5K training...I think Meghan and I will just walk to the park for exercise instead.

Couch to 5K

Today was my proverbial Monday. You know, "I'll start that diet on Monday" or "I'll start exercising on Monday." While I have been exercising fairly regularly since I was approved to start exercising after being banded, today I started training to run a 5K. Why is that significant you ask? Because today is the first time I have run for any significant amount since I played volleyball as a Junior in High School. That was back in 1990 people! So yes, it has been almost TWO decades since this lazy bum has run for anything but life saving measures.

Not sure which organized 5K will be my first real race. But I can tell you this;

1. I will be ready to run a 5K in about 2 months (9 weeks if I follow the plan to the T)
2. I will finish the race, but will most likely be last.
3. I will be proud of my accomplishment.

The first week of the couch to 5K plan is to run 60 seconds and then walk for 90 seconds for 20 minutes. I thought before I started that I would DIE before my 60 seconds were up. Before I knew it, the 60 seconds were up and I was feeling like I could go for another 30 seconds, but I knew that was setting myself up for failure. Meaning, I wouldn't have been able to keep that up for the full 20 minutes. I successfully completed my first day of training...here's to 26 more training sessions!

Feeling the burn

Yesterday was my first aqua aerobics class in over 4 years. I had forgotten what a good work out it can be...but today I am reminded by the burn in my thighs and abdomen. Not sure why I ever got away from aqua aerobics, but sure am glad I found my way back.

Added bonus, the aquatic center I take my class at has a child and parent play time from 10am to noon on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday's. Miss M and I enjoyed time together in the water after my class. She had a blast and was more than ready for lunch and a nap when we got home.