On day 2 of my Couch-to-5k run regimen, I slipped on a patch of ice. During a walking section. In Mid-City Los Angeles. So not only is it the least probable running injury in history, it also resulted in a fractured finger, which is definitely "uncool". Doc says a splint for two weeks and re-evaluate. Since it's not a lower-body injury, I have no excuse not to complete day 3.
I finally told my husband about my plan, something I had resisted for fear of "slim smuggery". When we met, we weighed within 5lbs of each other. Somehow after having our daughter, 3.5 years ago, I ended up with 30lbs that have never left - through breastfeeding and clean eating, 6:45 am spinning classes and (prescribed) metabolic enhancers. We tried the 4 Hour Body, I lost 6lbs initially, then gained, he lost 4lbs from the weight he's maintained during our whole relationship. So I was apprehensive about telling him about my Get Running plan, because I actually didn't want his input. I figured I have the app, that's all the encouragement I need.
And it went about as I expected. He immediately started offering advice on how I should run, when I should run, what I should wear. It was infuriating. But at the same time, I think his feelings were a little hurt. Even though we do stuff together, part of me knows that running is something I have to do for, and by, myself.
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