C25K progress report - starting over

So, a few weeks ago, I blogged about starting C25K, and about how the first week went. The first week ended up taking us a fortnight, because things like illness and socialising got in the way. We started the second week, did the first workout, found it hard but survived - and then we didn't do any more for a month.

There was a variety of reasons. A holiday was one of them. And the reasons that stopped me blogging for a few weeks were another. But the trainers were still there in the corner of the bedroom - apart from when they came with us on holiday and sat unpacked and unloved for ten days - and we'd never planned to give up.

So after having a week post-holiday to recover from the post-holiday blues, and discovering they took the other blues away with them, we decided to get back to it.

But rather than diving back in to week two, The Husband suggested starting over, and going back to the very first workout. I wasn't overly keen but I knew he was right, and so we hit the pavements.

I'm so glad we did. Because I found it hard, but I didn't walk when I was supposed to run once - I did it all! Properly! All the tips I'd learnt also helped - not running too fast, keeping my head up, setting goals - and it felt amazing when we'd finished. And I know another week at this level will get me a bit fitter, a bit better, and hopefully the step up to next week won't be so bad this time. Which will stop me making excuses not to do it.

The Husband had done a new playlist as well. He'd taken a few tips from the slightly esoteric one I'd pulled together originally, and so we were jogging to (amongst others) Goldfrapp, Marilyn Manson, Led Zeppelin and Kenicke.

My two favourite jogging tracks at the moment are Marilyn Manson's The Beautiful People and Destiny's Child's Survivor. Make of that what you will.

So, back to it. I'm actually really looking forward to the next run, which will be after work today. And I've bought myself some dirt cheap new t-shirts and a hoody of my very own so I don't have to pinch one off The Husband as an incentive. Oh, the endless glamour.