Couch to… couch.

A good friend and I were talking the other day and she brought up this Couch to 5K thing I’d never heard of before.

As we talked about it, we both got excited and were like Let’s do it! Together! And then we’ll run a 5k! And I was like yes! Except maybe not the run the 5k part because yuck! But yes!

Since I don’t have a printer at home (well, I mean I do but it’s out of ink and not a bluetooth printer so I can’t print from my Droid because REMEMBER HOW I DON’T HAVE INTERNET AT HOME?!?!??!), I wrote out the schedule for the couch to 5k plan and was all set to start.

And then she started.

And I didn’t.

And I still haven’t.

And I don’t know when I will. (Because I come home every day and worry about whatthefuck we need to do next to get this damn house purchased already!) Or IF I will.

And so I eat hot cheetos with sour cream and avoid the mirrors.