I planned to go to the gym when I first got out of bed this morning, but then it was the husband’s turn to sleep in, and our day got going before I had the chance. We ate out for lunch, and I was full of heavy food, then I took a longish nap in the afternoon. Basically, I was relatively sure I wasn’t going to work out… again.
I reminded myself that these weekends of too much food and no exercise were really dragging me down, and I got into my gym clothes, finally making it to the gym at 4:40… twenty minutes before they close.
When I realized I only had twenty minutes, I very nearly turned around and came home. I’d planned the last C25K week 4 run for today, and I flt like it wasn’t worth only doing half of the workout.
Increasingly characteristically, I got on the treadmill anyway. I wanted to do more than half the run, so I decided I’d just run as much as I could in fifteen minutes. I walked for one minute, then ran for eight minutes, walked one more minute, ran another six minutes, and finished with one more minute of walking.
I ran for thirteen out of sixteen minutes.