I sleep on rocks. I eat cotton. I am itchy on every centimeter of my body. But you know what? Something is feeling really good. I had forgotten about it, that it could jazz everything up. Couch to five K is life altering. Seriously. Granted, I haven't been on the couch. I've been walking 10 or more miles a week since April. I've been walking pretty darn fast too at 4.4 miles per hour or 4 miles an hour on a slow day. I've just been feeling too emotionally spent taking care of Chickadee to tear myself apart on the treadmill. When the anger at my bipolar and her Rett finished evaporating around July, I didn't have anything left to push me through it anymore. But simply going 5.4 and walking at 4.4 has seriously snagged my metabolism and dragging it on it's way. Wow. I'm addicted. I really feel capable of doing this program, and it's actually exciting to me. That is saying something. So, that m...
The life of a train wrecked woman, trying to get back on track.