I probably shouldn't really say "stuck".
There are no written rules to follow.
Yesterday I asked my thirteen year old son to come with me on my run.
It was time to bounce up to week 4, day one, which meant the amount of running time is doubled.
Doubled.
That seemed harsh.
I was determined though so we hit the streets of our neighborhood together.
Let me paint a picture for you...
In the last session of week three, you run for 90 seconds-walk for 90 seconds-run for 3 minutes-walk for 3 minutes-REPEAT.
Not horrible.
Enter week four where you run for 3 minutes-walk for 90 seconds-run for 5 minutes-walk for 2 1/2 minutes-REPEAT.
It may not seem like much but it truly is if you're an inexperienced runner like I am.
I didn't think I was going to die but I'm having a really tough time regulating my breath. Once my breathing goes out of whack I tend to slow down my running pace and so it seems like an eternity until the next round of walking.
My son was with me, by my side. He probably could have speed walked at the pace I was running. He didn't care though and he didn't judge. When it started to get hard, he urged me to continue. When I told him I needed to stop, he wouldn't let me. When the time came to walk he congratulated me for making it through.
Without him, I probably would have given up and back tracked to the previous week's run time. Now that I've done it, there's no going back. I will continue to press on and if I have to, I'll hover at week 4 for as long as I need to.
The best part about yesterday was working out with my kids. The toddler made his way into the room while I was doing yoga....
Toddler Down Dog---I can't stop smiling from all the cute.
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