Some may think my mild obsessions with the zombie apocalypse and The Hunger Games (OK, so maybe I haven't mentioned my new found love of The Hunger Games trilogy...and yes, I did read all the books before I saw the movie) and the like are complete and total wastes of time. I'm here to tell you they are not. Not at all.
Turns out, these obsessions are a really great motivator for getting in shape. Really, if our world were suddenly thrown into Panem rebellion like chaos, I'd need to be in much better shape than I currently am. Mutts are fast. Scary fast. And don't even get me started on the need for serious cardio in case the dead begin rising from their graves & feasting on the brains of the living.
When A Starry Night started posting about jogging on her Facebook page I chimed in that I am not a runner. She suggested I download a C25K podcast (no, that is not a Star Wars reference- it stands for Couch to 5K) and give it a try.
You might recall that Husband lost around 60 pounds last year on a C25K program so I thought I'd give it a try. Much to my surprise, it didn't kill me. And my intro was a bit harder than Husband's. His started out with 60 second intervals of jogging, Mine started with 2 minutes of jogging broken up by 3 minutes of walking. On my off days (which I'm keeping religiously), I'm stretching, doing a mish-mash of yoga and Pilates and strength exercises I've picked up over the last year or so.
In reality I gained 20 pounds a year or so ago & while I could use the extra weight, it's dispersal is what I'm having issues with. It's all settled between my waist and about 6 inches above my knees. Busha says I can thank her family for that gift. It seems not only are she and her sisters well padded but their mother, grandmother, aunts and cousins were as well. I don't mind some of the extra padding (it sure helps on Sundays with our lovely, antique, solid wood, non-cushioned pews) I just mind the jiggle.
So I run. And hope. And should probably lay off the cinnamon brown sugar Pop Tarts.