I'm pretty sure the Universe was testing my new resolve to start running again, as my Day 1 of Couch to 5k went something like this:
Fly home from work, throw on my running clothes and immediately burst into tears at how they fit b/c I've gained all 30lbs back that I'd previously lost.
Fight with my interval watch b/c I can't remember how it worked, then more tears at the realization that it has been so long since I ran last that I actually FORGOT how to use it!
Moan to the boyfriend, "Putting on these running clothes makes me feel sooooo sad at how much ground I've lost after I worked so hard," then feel VERY uplifted when he cheerily says, "Well let's get out there and get it back then!!"
Head out with our dogs for our warm-up walk and get attacked by a snarling, growling, barking, giant, fricking BEAST of a dog that looked more like a bear....
(this is not the actual dog, but this is EXACTLY what the one who attacked us looked like!)
...with his teeth bared and snarling at us; get tangled in our leashes trying to reel our dogs in and get pulled to the ground in some poor lady's driveway, screaming and shrieking at the top of my lungs like a woman in a horror show being attacked by a crazed maniac with a knife. Then try to stand up after neighbor gets ahold of his dog again but find that I can't b/c I'm sobbing and still tangled in the leashes and my adrenalin is pumping so hard I can't stand so I fall back down and hit my head on same poor lady's car.
Get up and limp off, still crying while Christer tries to comfort me and our dogs prance on like nothing happened. Drop the pups off at the house, put ointment on the leash burns on my bare legs and the road rash on my hand and say, "I don't give a crap about all that just happened, I am going to run, dammit!" And I did. And boy, am I ever out of shape! LOL But nothing was going to stop me today.
Epilogue: Let me reassure you that I am laughing about all of this now, though none of it was funny at the time! LOL And other than my leash burns, nobody was hurt by the mean dog and after our run I stopped and rang the guy's doorbell to shake his hand and tell him no hard feelings. He promises to keep his dog inside or on a leash from now on. Thank you, sir!
(not even a giant, snarling, "bear-dog!!" :)