1. Get Real
On January 1st, you will not suddenly eat all vegetarian, hit the gym every day, cut out all sugar and run 50 miles each week. Those goals are too many and too extreme (and let’s face it, you’re just too lazy.) Pick one, maaaybe two resolutions and make them realistic. Resolve to eat a fruit or veggie with each meal (or at least with dinner) or add in a couple more workouts to your weekly routine. Making resolutions too complicated only leads to failure.
2. Break It Down Like a Bad Rapper
Refuse to downsize your resolution? Have to reach for the stars? Overachievers Go-getters should break down their ridiculous large goals into smaller parts. Want to lose major poundage? Aim for five pounds a month or one pound each week. Smaller goals give you quicker feedback and more opportunities for success.
3. Gold Stars
When you meet those mini goals, celebrate! Exercised five days this week? Go watch a new release in theaters. Ate your minimum servings of fruits/veggies all month? Buy a pair of jeans. But watch it! The reward should not counteract your goals. Never reward with extra dessert or skipping workouts, this will only make you a fatty slow down progress.
4. You’re Not Perfect
Sorry to break the bad news. Must come as a shock. You will make mistakes on your resolutions. Slap yourself on the wrist, say, “Bad, bad,” and get right back on the plan. A mistake is not a failure, but a learning experience.
Do you make New Year’s Resolutions? What are they this year, or what have they been in the past? How
badly did you fail did you succeed with past resolutions?
I have always sucked at running. In middle school, I wanted to join the track team because I liked their sweat suits. Always the best way to pick a sport, right? Lucky for the team, dance lessons kept me too busy. Question my running ability, but never my mad dancing skills: ballet, modern, ballroom, jazz, dance team, Zumba. (Anything that required clothes remain ON, for the record.) However, sticking to what I enjoy and what I’m good at apparently isn’t enough. For some reason, at the end of September 2011, I felt the need to torture myself expand my horizons and try the Couch to 5k running program.
The program—found by Googling and clicking on any of the links claiming to be the “original C25K program”—combines walk/run intervals designed to take you from the couch to running a 5k in 9 weeks. Starting out, I thought of myself as more of couch broccoli than potato: healthier, but still a vegetable when it came to running. Maybe the program wouldn’t completely suck.
I was wrong. It was horrible. I started out walking for 90 seconds, followed by desperately flailing to keep from flying off the end of the treadmill jogging for 60 seconds, repeated for a total of 20 minutes. For the run intervals, I forced my pace to a 10-minute mile, hoping for an end result of a 30-minute 5k. My lungs imploded; my legs shook uncontrollably. But I vowed to continue. Apparently I’m a masochist.
As the running intervals increased in duration, I ventured outside. The excruciating pain faded away as my heart, lungs and legs gained strength. I began losing my mind actually enjoying running around week 7, when I ran for 20 minutes in the rain. I felt unstoppable on my “runner’s high.” I had begun to crack.
I completed the program on December 2nd, 2011, eleven weeks after my first C25K workout. A week later, I ran my first 5k race, finishing in less than 29 minutes.
Would I recommend C25K? Hell yes! Because of the program, I—the girl who always hated running—now consider myself a runner. I continue to jog three days each week and even bought cold-weather running clothes to continue through the winter. I started out wondering why I hated myself enough to start the program; I finished still wondering what was wrong with me. I now run outside in 28-degree weather. For fun.
There must be something wrong with me.
Welcome, my thousands of faithful readers, waiting with bated breath to read the first piece of fitness knowledge to drop from my gifted fingers. Wait, you say? There’s no one out there reading, you say? Oh that’s right. This is my first post, and I have absolutely no followers. Dangitall.
Well, I suppose not having listeners never stopped me from talking before…
This is “Runs with Blisters,” where I, Kiya Krier, will enlighten the masses on the topics of fitness, nutrition and healthy lifestyles. I’ll tell you all the secrets and hints and spells to make you skinny or ripped or drop those eighty pounds NOW. Yesterday, actually. And keep them off indefinitely. With no maintenance.
Wait a second. That’s not possible. Way to bust my readers’ bubble there, reality. Turns out you have to eat healthy—gross!—and work out—oww!— to get skinny or ripped or drop those eighty pounds. Lame.
That’s hard, and it hurts, and I’m going to complain about it. A lot; about once a week, actually. So drop in every seven days to absorb my new wonderfully whiney and obtuse informative and insightful post.