So I've reached the infamous week 4 of the C25K program...It's the week that will either make it or break it...Unfortunately break it isn't an option for me and make it I will. The first 3 weeks consisted of 2 days that were the same then the final day you would advance a little...this week you advance every single workout. My body was screaming "uh oh! I'm not ready for this"...but I had a sneeking suspision that it was just being lazy because on Tuesday I worked 3-11, slept for 5 hours, worked 7-3 on Wednesday, didn't have a great sleep last night, got up at 5 and worked 7-3 again. So run I did! I ran my longest interval so far (4 minutes!). It wasn't that long ago that I struggled through the 1 minute run. I can't believe I let myself get that unfit...especially seeing I was really into sports as a teenager. Anyways, I was doing my first 4 minute run interval and was struggling, the talk in my head saying "what the hell are you're doing, you're too fat to do this!", my legs felt like lead, and I looked down and I was only 2 minutes into the interval. I took a deep breath, swore and kept running...and then something weird happened that I'd never experienced before. I kinda spaced out listening to the music and settled into the run and before I knew it, the little dude said "walk" and it kind of caught me by surprise. I couldn't believe I was done. Yes I was breathing harder, but I wasn't gasping for breath like I was on W1D1. I think we can call that a win. However, I do need to figure out how I did it because the other run intervals took an eternity to go by, and I was aware of every single second that ticked by.
Today I was just exhausted and really didn't feel like working out but when you're my weight, skipping a workout is NOT an option. Rest days are different and necessary, but today I had PLANNED on working out and I knew I couldn't just blow it off. I created a schedule for a reason. To hold myself accountable. If I had just said "screw it" and not exercised like I was supposed to, those pieces of paper would mean nothing. I'm super proud of myself for completing my workout and progressing onto W4. I can remember thinking that there'd be no way I'd be able to do this and that I would have to repeat many weeks. Several of the awesome bloggers on here encouraged me to at least attempt a run before thinking I couldn't do it. I'm glad I listened. I may never have known I'd be capable of doing this. I'm sure I would have given up already, because that's what I did when things got hard. Not anymore. Not anymore.