I started pre-training about 2 hours ago. After stepping on the treadmill for the first time in months, I have to constantly fight thoughts of a marathon being a moronic idea. So, while my fitness goal for 2008 is the marathon, I have to 'eat the elephant' one bite at a time.
This is what week one of pre-training is supposed to look like: Moderate walking pace (17-20 min/mile), 3 days per week, 30 minutes per day. No big deal. Today it started with the freezing rain just before I was going to go out. David had to go into work, Jeff had to go to a friend's house to practice some music, and of course, Jim is out of town for the week. All this to say that Carrie didn't have anyone to watch her. Being determined not to delay the dreaded 'getting started' phase of this whole thing, I dragged my sorry carcass to the Y. Carrie played basketball with the kids while I worked out.
Since treadmill workouts are so much easier than the road variety, I walked a couple of 15-minute miles instead of the 17-20. I did run (using that term loosely) for 3 minutes of the 30. Bully for me.
At least I did it. Carrie is all cranked up about going again tomorrow night, too. I'm glad. That way I have to follow through. Mom can't say, 'Hey, let's go to the Y!' and then bag out on it.
Day 1, Week 1. Still feeling pathetic, but that should change. My job was to get started. I did.....and I'm glad!