Day- I can't remember I lost track

I had to take a few days off to deal with the raw sewage that was backing up into my tub.

Thank goodness for Mr. Snake! I was a little nervous that I had slid down the slippery slope to unconditioned but I had not. Which may or may not be a good thing depending on how I look at it.

Today, week 3 of First Day to 5k. I am in disbelief that I have been putting myself through this torture for 3 weeks now! When I looked at how long the podcast was I noticed that it was considerable shorter than week 2. I really thought it would have been longer and then  DJ Beatsmith informed me that "we'd" be running 2 beats per minute faster. I wanted to sit down and cry. "F--- You, Beatsmith! I don't want to run faster, or fast. Hell, I don't want to run at all!" but run I did. I have to say I really didn't notice that I was running any faster but I did notice walking faster during the intervals and how dorky I must look to anyone watching. Between walking like someone who needed to get the bathroom fast and the fact that I miscalculated how much weight I've lost so my phone kept slipping out of the safety of my sports bra and crashing to the ground I must have been very entertaining to on-lookers. The fact that the phone is still working is nothing short of a miracle. The fact that my body is still working is nothing short of a miracle.

I made it through my run with little to no tears but I also miscalculated my route so I wound up being about 1/4 of a mile away from home when "we" ended. So I ran the rest of the way. "Ha! Screw you and your BPMs Beatsmith!" I was about 8 yards from home before I realizes that Beatsmith didn't give a fat load of crap.