Journal #53

Hello lovely people.
I started jogging again this week.
Me and Sands decided that we needed to start exercising again after our break, and I was up for it. So Monday after school we went for our first jog. We decided to go back to the beginning of the NHS Couch to 5k program, and I’m glad we did. Sands popped her knee on Sunday, and after the first run part of the podcast she needed to stop. We walked around for a bit before deciding to try again, but shortly after we decided to call it quits and head back. I said goodbye and headed home once we got near hers but I decided that I’d do the session myself. I bumped into The Brother as I restarted the run and as I’d find it awkward running when he was watching, I cut down the alley and sprinted the first run. Big mistake. When I slowed to do the walk section I found myself to be quite wheezy. I ignored it and carried on, running around some roads. Once I was about half way through the session and I got to a run section, I was forced to stop. I couldn’t breathe, and walking was getting harder and harder. Although I had pushed through the pain originally, it had stopped hurting and had gone numb. I knew it was time for me to stop and began the short walk home. Haha. Short. It took me 10 minutes. I clung on to the walls and fences and when I finally got home, crawled up the stairs, sat on my bed and woke up to my mum asking if I was okay. Not sure if I passed out or not, but I don’t think I did. I shouldn’t have been like that. I found the first session easy last time, enjoyable even. I couldn’t even finish it on Monday.
I stayed in bed all evening, only moving to put my onesie on. Mum would normally tell me to stop being silly, however she could see I was shattered so bought my dinner up to me.