Last week I had a doctor’s appointment. I scheduled it knowing I’d have enough time to get there if I left directly from work. So when my workday ended, I rushed out to the parking lot to jump in my vehicle only to find it wasn’t there. After a moment of panic, I remembered the now brainless move on my part. At lunch time I went home to grab a sandwich. In the process of doing so, I drove into a tangle of road repair at the entrance of my street. Traffic was backed up in both directions because only one lane was open. At the time it seemed like a good idea to leave my car in the safety of my driveway and walk the 3/4th of a mile back to work.
There I was, after work, standing in the parking lot, realizing “doing life” called for a workout if I was going to make it to my appointment on time. I had no choice but to race-walk the 3/4 of a mile home with a backpack on my shoulders. I arrived home quite soggy from the searing sun. Believe it or not, I was able to catch enough green lights and encountered no additional road construction on my way to the appointment. I made it just in time!
Only one problem remained. I needed to slow my breathing so I could have a successful appointment.
Several weeks ago I got up off the couch and started training for a 5k race this fall. The air was cold and the wind raw. Then spring happened; raking, mowing, weeding, pruning and helping neighbors do the same. I suppose I could be discouraged for getting sidetracked but I’m not. Isn’t the whole idea of exercising to get up off the couch and be active.
One thing that hasn’t changed is my dog walks. They are longer now and more frequent. I look forward to more traditional workouts once the yard work is caught up.
I started training last week for a 5k run this fall. Its the second year in a row I left the couch after a long cold winter and headed out the door. This year I’m 15 pounds lighter and hopefully maintained a small measure of conditioning from last fall.
My early conditioning plan is to walk/jog three times a week for 20-30 minutes with at least one rest day in between. I’ve chosen Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays as my workout days. Since I’m in my 60’s, I want to test my joints and ligaments by alternating jogging and walking laps on a 400 meter track. Once I build up my distance, I plan to head out on a scenic cross-country route on a woodland trail.
Last Tuesday was my first workout. The weather couldn’t have been more challenging; a cold, stiff northern wind with 40-degree temperatures surely taxed me mentally. I spent most of the time muttering and trying to talk myself out of completing the 25 minute workout. Thank goodness for I-tunes. Thursday’s workout fared much better. An overcast sky and southerly breeze hiked the temp to 74 degrees. Such is the weather this time of year in Upstate New York. Saturday it was back in the 40s and I had to resort to dog walking. Brody pulled me around the neighborhood while I held on to his leash.
Last week I outlined my strategy for getting up off my comfy chair and back into the game. I am happy to report no progress was made. You may be inclined to think happy and no progress are conflicting ideas but that’s not the case. Let me explain.
First, and foremost, I am happy to be on the other side of a bad case of the flu. It was a week long affair. Second, I lost 5 pounds in the process. Aside from a nagging cough and some post-nasal drip I am almost fully recovered.
As the weather continues to warm into the 40s I look forward to spring with enthusiasm.
Its been a week since Ash Wednesday and the self-proclaimed restart of my couch to 5k experience. Having learned last year, if you haven’t been exercising regularly (above and beyond a daily activity routine) you need to start out slowly (i.e. a jogging and wa
lking combination). I was able to get one workout in this past week along with several dog walks.
The temperatures here in the northeastern USA have been brutally cold.
Brody, my short-legged miniature dachshund, is assisting me in easing back into a workout schedule. He is a fast walker and is always trying to pull me along at a faster pace. Why not use that to my advantage, right?
My goal is to be ready to start jogging continuously by the first week of April.
Looking back over my life, I recall numerous situations a proverbial line in the sand has been drawn. For most of my life I have been exploring the boundaries created by them.
As a child, my sister and I shared the back seat in the family station wagon. One of us invariably drew an imaginary line separating her space from mine. Quarrels began when the line was crossed, even if breeched by a single finger.
As I grew older is spent a good deal of my time trying to test the line of acceptable behavior my parents had laid down. I learned there were negative consequences for crossing their line.
When I entered adulthood, and set off on my own, I realized there was a line separating the life I had already realized from things I had yet to experience (marriage, career, raising children, etc.). With trepidation I launched myself across this line and into the great unknown.
Ash Wednesday occurs this coming week. It marks the start of a 40-day period referred to as Lent leading up to Easter Sunday. Those who observe Lent usually do so by abstaining from a materialistic vice (i.e. chocolate, red meat, television, etc.) or affirming a spiritual virtue (devotions, prayer, etc.).
Since my couch to 5k experience to date has been marked by physical, mental and spiritual wellness, I have decided to choose Ash Wednesday as a starting line I intend to cross!
It has been almost two months since my last post. Since that time my car was repaired and the weather turned much colder. Then, the snow came–lots of it. Since I work in building maintenance, I get to spend a portion of my day outside shoveling snow. Keeping the snow off the sidewalks benefits me in a couple different ways. It helps slow down my weight gain over the winter months, and it lets me rack up tons of steps on my Fit Bit.
Traditionally, I use my free time over the winter to work on indoor projects. Since I have neglected my model trains for about three years, I’ve been working on my train layout. In addition, I’ve committed to teaching a class Sunday mornings for the next several months so there’s little time left to begin a training regiment.
It looks like I’ll have to circle the wagons and wait until spring to resume a training program. April 1st seems like as good a day as any to start a couch to 5k for the second time. This year I’ll begin training two months earlier and fifteen to twenty pounds lighter.
Between now, and then, I plan to try to keep my step counter whirling.