I woke up this morning with a craving for leftover Indian food. It had been sitting in the fridge for a few days, but I just warmed it up and it was actually a delicious breakfast.
Normally I crave sweet food in the morning, but today I wanted savory.
Before I even woke up, I debated with myself whether or not I would do my run in the am or pm. If I postponed it until tonight, would I even go? I might lose motivation!
Around 9, I decided to just suck it up and get my ass out to the trail to begin Week 5, Day 1 of the Couch to 5K! This is the week I’ve been…dreading? I think dread is too strong of a word. Let’s just say intimidated.
But first, on the way to the trail, driving down the incredibly busy road that I live on, I saw a red-eared slider turtle in the middle of the road, literally inches from tires as they zoomed by. He was about a foot long, just trying to make his way to the other side…which happened to be a median! yikes! I drove past in the lane next to him and immediately did a U-turn and parked back into my apartment. I ran down the street and into the road when it was safe from speeding maniac cars and grabbed the turtle. He shut himself quick into his shell and gave a little hiss.
I wasn’t scared because as some of you may not know, I had a slight obsession with turtles growing up. My first red-earred was named Asik. He lived about 2-3 years. I was 10 and didn’t know much about proper care, but Asik went everywhere with me. He would sit in my pocket as I road my bike and swim in the pool with us!!
Over the years I had numerous box turtles and more red ears and yellow belly turtles.
When I was in my early 20’s, I also had some turtles. They grew pretty big and I eventually had to give them away when I moved away for nursing school. Luckily, I found a nice guy who owned a fish store who took them in for me:
Let’s just say I have rescued numerous turtles from the streets of Florida.
After that fiasco, I almost gave up on my run, but convinced myself, “I never regret doing it, but will regret if I don’t.”
The plan was to run 5 minutes, walk for 3, run 5 minutes, walk for 3, and then run for 5.
I honestly felt strong. Even though it was sweltering hot and my entire outfit was drenched in sweat, there was not one time during the way that I thought, “omfg, please let this last minute hurry up.” I mostly just enjoyed myself and thought about how far I’ve come since that first run.
The other cool part of my run was the dolphin! During the first 5 minute run over the bridge, I saw him come out of the water and then it helped to distract me during the run. Dolphins are powerful and I convinced myself I was a dolphin!
I am actually growing pretty fond of running because I am seeing results. Honestly, I did not think it would ever get easier or I would progress, but I am. Slowly, but surely, I am gaining stamina. And I am not completely out of breath after running 5 minutes.
However, I still get envious on my way to a run when I get to the trail and see someone unpacking their road bike. I love cycling first.
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On Monday, my lovely Mirza turned 25 and we celebrated with cake at his house. His mother is a wonderful baker (and RN, like me!). His sister helped to decorate.









