So today I jumped right into my walk to run program. It's a nicely printed out calendar of sorts grid that is a 12 week program. It tells me exactly what to do on each day and for how long. I'm excited.
The first day's events: walk 6 minutes, run 2- repeat for an hour. Ok, that's easy.
I get out there and I have Tessa in the jogging stroller, aka "bob" and Deagan riding his bike (this outta be fun).
And so we start, first walking. Everything is well. Then here comes the first running, ok that wasn't bad. I say to myself, I can do this. This isn't bad at all- and it wasn't!
Now, don't get me wrong... running is NOT fun. There is nothing "fun" about it right now. I dream of enjoying it, but right now it's just work and it must be done. I'm running, running away from life with a FAT ASS. Running away from being on the largest size that the "normal" stores in the mall sell. Running, running, running.
So after the first interval, I decided that I can do better than this. 2 minutes isn't even challenging. Now keep in mind I haven't done ANY exercising since before becoming pregnant with Tessa.... so at least 15 months, probably more like 18. Nothing, nada.
I decided to do a walk 6, run 3 instead. And it worked, no problem. Easy.
While moving at this unusually odd thrusting pace, my body decides it would like to show me all of the places that it would like to lose fat. My bubbly butt being the first, and my wavy thighs next. Then there is this unusual sensation on my back, that's right, lower back fat bouncing around. Thank you body, thank you for showing that to me. Yes, I will get rid of it for you:)
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