A day of rest. (Sort of.)

So, yesterday I did it.
I DID IT.

Picture from Gamer Fit Nation

Day 1 of Couch to 5k?  Check.
I hit the wall early, I'm not surprised, I'm not in the best shape and I can admit that.  That is what this is about.  It hurt.  It burned.  I had only been on the treadmill for 12 minutes.
Okay, I have to do better than that.

No, I know.
But I'm still proud of myself.

Sure, in the course of that 30 minute treadmill session, I only did 1.5 miles.  I only burned 150 calories.
But it was a start and right now I need to start.  I need to get going.


I pushed through that point where it hurt and I thought "Oh man, how the hell am I going to get through this?" and I got to the other side.  The side that was happy and calm and could count down to the second where I needed to start jogging again and not be afraid or unhappy about it.

Right now I'm doing the treadmill version, but I plan on doing the outdoors stuff as it stops being 15 degrees and pitch black at 5pm.  I'll get there.  I know that I will.
I was a little worried the other day that I might not motivate myself enough to start up, but I am actually looking forward to doing it tomorrow again.

Tonight I'm making baked falafel.
The plan is also to make my own pita bread.
I did it once a long time ago.  They were pretty good. gonna give it another go this afternoon, perhaps.

I love our baked falafel though.  Oh, man.
So good.