Welcome to the long awaited update on my super strenuous summer training program. It’s often referred to as the couch to 5k. I started the c25k program back in June. You can read all about that here if you feel so inclined.
There have been a few stumbling blocks along the way to completing this program and I’ve only just completed week 4. I actually thought for a minute there that week 4 might never end but I was able to knock out the final day of week 4 on Sunday. Last week was a bitch of a week with some blood, sweat and tears shed along the way.
Let’s reverse the order and talk tears. Whose tears you ask? My tears? 5 minute increments of running too much for me? Bringing me to my knees crying? No. Not yet at least anyway. Check back after next week though.
Back to the tears. We are talking about babypants. He’s been having some major meltdowns and malfunctions lately. Or for the past 7.5 months. Whichever one comes first. Last week culminated in his decision to quit napping during the day. He must be unionized because he went on strike last week. There were many tears shed. Many sleepless nights and sleepless days. Getting out of the house was a major complication. Getting dressed on most days was a major complication to be honest. His strike was difficult but I crossed the picket line and made sure that we completed the 3 days. He is currently napping now so hopefully the union of babies everywhere came to some sort of formal agreement.
Sweat. We are experiencing some insane, never ending heat wave. Temperatures in the 90’s with a heat index over 100. Every. Single. Day. Last week was hot, humid and a chance of thunderstorms every day. It’s like Florida here just without the palm trees and nice beaches. I decided that if they could run in Florida I could probably run too. That was motivation…I kid you not.
The culmination of my week was blood shed. Yep, my own. No severe life threatening injuries or loss of limbs here just a simple dog attack. Whose dog you ask? Oh, that would be my dog. The crazy Chinese fighting dog. He apparently took issue with me being in the kitchen on Saturday night and decided it best that he let me know by tearing through the delicate little toes on my left foot that propel these legs through the day. Yes, he attacked my foot with enough force that there was blood shed. Blood shed means that blood was dripping on the hardwood floors by the way. This was no simple skin abrasion. No, this was a full on attack. He is crazy but clearly I am crazier for keeping him.
So that concludes the blood, sweat and tears of pounding the pavement and completing the 4th week of the c25k. I handled it like a boss.