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Day 2/Run 1 is done.

Honestly, this was probably the most important day for me. I make lots of plans and then don’t even start them. I need this program to force myself to run regularly. I know it will become a habit again. I just need to adjust to running without my Moo.

So, Day 2 was a nice easy run workout. One minute intervals of running and walking. It was pouring rain, so I hopped on the treadmill. It was a good run, and I felt good when I was done. Gotta love the week one workouts.

I did have a moment during the run where I thought to myself “I can do this. I am ready.” I’ve still been dealing with some doubt, and it was nice to have that spontaneous thought. I’m looking forward to this journey.

Week 1 optimism…

My love of lifting has been ignited again as well. I may have to add in some evening lifts on running days, too. Especially in these early day, I think it should be fine. There is nothing I enjoy more.

Is that going off plan? I would like to actually follow this program the way it is written. That’s another thing I am not good at and leads me to fail. I always try to do too much. But, I think listening to my body is most important. I feel fine with a little extra lifting right now. I know when the mileage goes up things will change. I’ll just keep reevaluating as I go.

This Couch to Marathon program from Blueprintrunner.com is so simple and so perfect for what I need right now. Check it out if you want to ease into a 26.2 - and let me know how you’re doing!

Day 2 is in the books… moving forward!
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