(That's what I was thinking about the time I rounded the corner and saw The Hill of Death.)
It all started out so innocently this morning.. I packed my bag with all my workout clothes and took to work with me as BFF and I were planning to do Day 1 together. Unfortunately, her stomach turned nasty so plans changed. Maybe I should mention that they were also expecting thunderstorms all afternoon/evening. And I knew this. Did I move to the gym? Nooo. Part of my reasoning was that my next 5K will be outside, so maybe training outside was the best way to go. Part of me just didn't want to get on a treadmill during my gym's busiest time, and not be able to run with a LOT of witnesses.
I chose to do this around our apartment complex, in the dark, in the rain. Admittedly, it was only sprinkling at first so it wasn't all that hardcore. The warm-up was easy, easier than the last time I tried this- at least that's what I've told myself. And then I hear my phone announce that it's time for the first run.. and I find myself rounding the corner and staring at The Hill of Death. (To be fair, most people may just think of it as a hill but I saw imminent doom.)
I owned that hill- the first round. It just so happened to work out that every other run took place on that hill. By the seventh one, I was convinced that the voice telling me it was time to "run" sounded just a tiny bit amused... and that the security guard wasn't leaving that spot until he was sure I wasn't an escaped loon. That's about the time the thunderstorm they've been warning us about all afternoon finally showed up and it started pouring! I could have blamed the thunder and lightning (which may have been wiser) but I just refused to quit. I really struggled with run 7 and 9 though, and had to stop a little earlier than I was supposed to, but I was just happy to finish it honestly.
When I finally walked in the door, I looked like a drowned rat.. Mr. D was making dinner, so Chris snapped a picture for me.
Day 1 sucked hard. It hurt to breathe, that place where my thighs hit my torso aches, but guess what? My knee hasn't protested a bit so far. And the best part- I finished Week 1, Day 1 of C25K tonight, despite the "fat girl" voice telling me I should quit because of the storm, or the hill, or the pain in my chest. Kiss my slightly-smaller-ass, fat girl.