Week 2, Saturday & Sunday!

So after my post yesterday I decided to go run anyway!  I ran for about half an hour, doing two miles.  I walked 8 minutes, another 10 minutes (alternating 1 minute running with 1 minute walking), then a cool down walk to my house.  That's a total of 5 minutes of running...ha!  It sounds like so little, but still an improvement.

I took a risk running again today, because I was worried about my hips, but I'm glad I did.  I feel great and my hips don't hurt at all.  The stretching is helping I think!  Today I did just a little over two miles (added another block to my route) in about 30 minutes.  I walked for 6 minutes, then alternated 2 minutes of running with 2 minutes of walking (did this three times), then did the cool down walk home.  SIX MINUTES of running!  Again, I know it sounds absurd to be so excited about something so insignificant, but I'm improving each time I run...that's an awesome feeling!

Since I ran twice in a row, I'm thinking I won't run again until Tuesday or Wednesday.  I know my hips feel mostly fine but I still want to be sure I don't injure anything.  I might do the same run I did today again next week just to be safe, but I'll see how I feel.

Last night I had another major accomplishment. I was at home alone, being said because my roommate was out partying with "Rick" who still isn't talking to me -- and while I was in my bathroom I noticed a giant cockroach crawling around in there.  This thing was massive and it scared the shit out of me.  I pulled out my Raid insect spray and sprayed it about 20 times to make sure it was really dead.  That was the easy part, though.  Once I knew for sure it was dead, I had to figure out how to get rid of it's corpse...there's no way I could keep using my bathroom in peace until that thing was gone!  It took about half an hour of me talking myself up and screwing up enough nerve to go back into the bathroom and deal with it, but I'm proud to say I finally just took a deep breath and got it done.  Of course, I hope I never have to do that again; next time I just plan on screaming like a little girl until my roommate comes in and does it for me, but still.  It made me feel proud of myself.  After a heartbreak, it's the little things that make you feel good again...

like disposing of a dead, rat-sized cockroach, or running six minutes! :)