It was strange for me... when I started counting calories, I started walking - my goal was to be able to walk 5K by June. By 3K, I was bored stiff. I'd read on here about the C25K, so I read all about it, and thought 'Well, the worst that can happen is that I will not be able to do it, and fail' which, based on my own low self-esteem, seemed worth a try
It was hard for me. SOOOOOO hard. That first week, I wanted to cry, I was so unfit. And I ran in the woods (which I would walk to so that no one could see me!) and I watched that watch like the 60 seconds or ninety seconds would NEVER pass...
I scared my husband, I scared the dog... I HAD to run alone. I swore - a LOT (and not always under my breath!) and I forced myself to keep going even though I HATED it. I repeated days (and whole weeks) because I did not feel fit enough to move on.
And suddenly - honestly, like magic - somewhere around week five (of the programme, not in calendar weeks), I WANTED to run. I was still terrified of running more than three or five minutes and couldn't imagine doing 30 minutes, but I WANTED to go out and run. And when I did, I felt strong.
And then one day in week 6, it rained.

And I wouldn't run in the rain. So, therefore, not only was I NOT a 'runner', but I had failed as well, just for good measure. And that REALLY ticked me off. So I bullied my husband into letting me buy a treadmill.
Now I run a little over 5K at least four times a week. I cannot even imagine NOT running. And I started the Couch to 5K the first week in June.
So, was there a moment of 'just do it'? Yes - every single day. The milestones were worth every single gasping, sweating step - and the day I felt like a 'runner' changed my life
Just do it, Serena - I promise you won't regret it
Heather
