I tend to be one of those people who doesn't like bucket lists. It always seems like a big list of things I'll never have time to do. When I make lists, I usually never accomplish anything on the list and end up penciling things in afterward so it looks like I got something done.
Last fall, I lost a bunch of weight without really trying. It felt good. I blogged about it at the time and it stayed off into the spring, but the problem with losing weight without trying, is that it often creeps back on and it did as the summer approached.
Feeling like the only person on the planet who GAINS weight for bathing suit season, I knew I needed to do something.
Round about July, Ellen over at Ms Stewart aka Mrs Seaman posted this (Source: repinly.com via Leigh on Pinterest) on her pinterest page and it started out so slowly, that I thought, "I could probably do that!"
I started running...jogging really...without telling anyone, because I HATE running... I mean I really don't like it at all. My father and sister are runners and I always joke that I didn't inherit the running gene. I figured I'd end up quitting, so why brag about it!
It was easy to get started at the end of the summer because my children were up north for most of August, but I wasn't sure how it would go in the fall...how I would work it in. I found though, that with football practice for two hours three nights a week, I could leave The Girl on the field with a friend and get in a run.
At the end of August, I saw some friends posting about a 5K in support of The Special Olympics. It seemed like half the teachers in my school were going to participate. On a lark one night, after a few glasses of wine, I registered.
I kept running, because I had something for which to be ready...to hold myself accountable. I haven't lost any weight and I'm pretty sure from the way my clothes fit that I haven't lost any inches either, but I know I'm in better shape, because this time, I forced myself to go slow and stick to the training schedule. I didn't try to go too fast too soon. I can run without getting winded and if I have to stop, it's usually because my legs are too tired after a long day at work, not because my chest feels like its going to explode! That's new!
I still hate...well, maybe not hate... strongly dislike it. That runner's high everyone talks about... yeah, not so much! BUT, it has gotten easier and I find that if I haven't gone for a run in a few days, I start to feel like I need to.
This past weekend I completed my first 5K...