After everyone was healthy (or close enough) I jumped back on the wagon. I had lost nearly two weeks off my master plan. The irony of a roadblock so early in my training program was not lost on me. I took it very seriously that I was going to have to commit to my plan, overcome the obstacles, and fight for this goal. So, I started Week One over. I shifted all of the rows on my spreadsheet down, shaved off a few of my repeat training weeks, and thanked God that I had enough time to do this training slowly and safely. My spreadsheet had 8 weeks of "training to run 30 minutes", 8 weeks of "training for a 5K", an extra 4-5 weeks of that regimen, 8 weeks of "training for a 10K" with a few weeks of that repeated at the end. So, I lopped off a couple of weeks from the extra 5K training.
Week One felt good. After day 2 I was thinking that I could jump ahead to Week Two. Wise husband again suggested sticking with the original plan. By the end of Week One I decided that a slow start is what I should do to avoid injury or frustration.
Week Two came along and I decided that adding a minute to each of my run/walk intervals was actually a lot. My joints complained a bit, I watched the time a lot, and I started thinking that next week's addition of two minutes per interval was too much. So, I modified the schedule again. I upped my run time for each interval by one minute, instead of two, and readjusted the spare weeks in between. It felt like the right thing to do for me.
But by day three of that week I was able to stop looking at my watch and more instinctively knew when my interval was over. I was eager to do more.
