Week 4, Day 1

Last night I rushed home, excited and nervous to tackle week 4 of C25K. It involved the following:

Brisk five-minute warmup walk, then:

• Jog 1/4 mile (or 3 minutes)
• Walk 1/8 mile (or 90 seconds)
• Jog 1/2 mile (or 5 minutes)
• Walk 1/4 mile (or 2-1/2 minutes)
• Jog 1/4 mile (or 3 minutes)
• Walk 1/8 mile (or 90 seconds)
• Jog 1/2 mile (or 5 minutes)

I put on my warmest clothes and my YakTrax and headed out. It was surprisingly not that cold-feeling despite the "frigid" forecast. It was dark, so I stuck to back roads around my house where there would be fewer cars and more snow for my YakTrax to dig into. I rocked it. I said, "Hey, Week 4...who's your daddy?" and Week 4 meekly answered, "You are, Tammy. You are." When I run outside, I use the time as my goal...when I use the treadmill (one day a week), I use the distance. Last night's run (including warm up and cool down) took me about 29 minutes I think.

When I got home, I was famished. I celebrated with a glass (or 3) of wine, which in retrospect probably canceled out my run, but whatevs. Then I made a fabulous dinner: two potato gratin (delicious 4 point WW recipe with regular potatoes, sweet potatoes, leeks and Gruyere cheese), lemon pepper chicken and asparagus. Looked like this, which looks like a lot of food because I smartly put it on a small plate. Learning.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Can we just backtrack for one sec to the first thing I said in this post? I rushed home, excited and nervous to tackle week 4 of C25K. Is that referring to me? Rushing home to not only exercise, but to head out into the cold night when I was already starving and wanted nothing more than to go inside and curl up with some comfort food? Things are a changin' round here, folks. Stick around for the show...it's gonna be awesome.