Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Couch to David Tennant

Well, I’m on week 2 of Couch to 5k, and figured since I haven’t blogged about ANYTHING in a long time, I should just start writing about this and see where it goes.

Week 2 is much harder than week 1. Going from 60 seconds of running to 90 seconds of running seems little, but has had a huge impact (pun intended) on my knees. You’re supposed to take a day of rest between runs, and I’m taking 2 in order to recover. Not good, but better than being injured at this point. I am committed to becoming ‘a runner’ and if that involves some knee pain to start, then I’m ok with that. I’ve lost almost 2 lbs a week for the past 2 weeks that I’ve been running, and despite dieting, I’m not super focused on the diet part, so I am sensing this is a change that will help me for the rest of my life. However a cookie is just now entering my stomach and he’s joining a tasty croissant. They are activating their wonder twin powers to try and get me to NOT run tonight.

I’ve been listening to podcasts with the run cues spoken, and it’s really helpful. I don’t see how you could do this without the podcasts. Plus, even not knowing this person speaking, to hear him say ‘you’re doing great’ and ‘don’t overdo it’ is remarkably encouraging. If only it was David Tennant instead. I might just start running and never stop. There is a lot of running on that show.

And on that topic, I am obsessed with Doctor Who.

It’s become such a thing that if I don’t watch an episode at night I feel like my day was wasted. Perhaps it’s the medicinal quality of the show – it truly encourages you to see the world through alien eyes, and a new perspective. Someone who sees your day as ‘fantastic being human!’ rather than ‘yeah, here I am at the end of a day.’ It’s sort of like dating an alien, something I used to joke about with my ex – that he was the alien that made me see how wonderful life was here on earth. I mean, he didn’t understand mailboxes. I’m serious. I had to explain what a mailbox was and how to use it.

So I’m mentally dating Doctor Who, and he can mentally jog with me as we explore the universe together. Or at least the streets near my house.

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