I’m really good at starting weight loss/fitness regimes. When it comes right down to it, I can be majorly obsessive about what I eat and when and how much I exercise. It doesn’t necessarily make me happy, but I can do it. It doesn’t last too long, though. I think the longest I’ve gone is two months on a "fitness" kick – and that was when I quit smoking (for good).
What with the smoking and whatnot, you can understand why I have sucked so majorly at running and other things that involve full lung capacity. I’ve been sticking to my couch to 5k training, though! And I’ll be done with it NEXT WEEK.
On Saturday the Bubba and Lucy and I went to Greenlake (about 2.8mi) and ran almost the whole way around. I’ve never been able to do anything like this, and I can’t even say how proud I am of myself. I want to call random people up and tell them that I’m a runner! I run! That’s what I do, because I’m a runner!
My dad was a marathoner and I never thought I would ever share that interest. He ended up quitting because he had bad hips that I’ve inherited. But since Lucy was born, I don’t seem to be having as much trouble with them even with the running. So my slow little attempt at making my way a couple miles makes me feel like I share something my dad, and that he’s proud of me.
So I’m looking for a 5k race for the end of this month to help motivate myself and also to celebrate my (ginormous) accomplishment. But these stupid Mommy Emotions get in the way. I can’t look for a race without tearing up. Not only because I’ve come so far in my fitness goals, but also because these are memorial races for gun control, because so-and-so was shot, WAH! And for diabetes – what would it be like to have a child with diabetes? WAH! Etc.
And then I have to keep adding milage to my training because I have plans to run the Beat the Bridge with my friend in early May – it’s 5-ish miles.
I can’t believe that I’m actually doing this. I was never even able to run the mile in gym class as a high schooler. And I’m sure my Bubba is sick to death of me asking “How proud of me are you!?”