So over a month ago I decided to get healthier. I signed up for a website called sparkpeople.com and I started exercising. I alternate between taking my dog for a walk at the park and doing Pilates when the weather is good and doing Leslie Sansome’s Walk Away the Pounds “5 Really Big Miles” (of which I do two) when the weather is bad. Last Wednesday (Wednesday is weigh day) I was down 10 pounds.
Last week I got the idea in my head to do the Red Bud Classic 5k in April. I know I won’t run it and I would probably be the last one across the finish line, but I can’t imagine how cool it would be for me to get across the finish line. I have been having dreams of running lately, not the “AAAHHH machete murder is chasing me” running dream but dreams where I go for runs.
It is glorious outside today, so I clipped the leash on my dog and we went to the part. We walked a half a mile and then we jogged. We didn’t jog far, but we jogged. We walked some more, and then we jogged some more. We alternated walking and jogging for another mile. I walked far more than I jogged, but I fucking jogged.
I can’t remember ever jogging as an adult. I know I looked seriously goofy. I am a big, big girl with a fuzzy wienie dog jogging in these tiny little 1/8th mile bursts. My form sucks, I am awkward with the leash, and my hair was sticking straight up in places, but I jogged, and it was glorious.
Endurance and form will come with time. I will look less goofy. And, I will get less big, I hope.
Part of me feels really silly for being so happy right now, and I know logically part of my happiness is the happy chemicals exercise releases into the brain, but I don’t care, just like I don’t care about how ridiculous I must have looked. One day soon I will run.
I am going to go print off the registration forms for the Redbud Classic 5k.
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I’m proud of you 🙂 Everyone has to start somewhere, and 1/8th of a mile is still more than you were doing the day before, ya know? And congrats on the 10lbs!!!
Exciting! You’re such a badass.
I would totally do it with you if you want a partner. As long as you promise to not get too good by then, since I certainly cannot run far.
I only tell you this because you know how my brain works and so I am unashamed: when I’m running and people drive by, half the time in my head I think “Yeah, fat girl running, what you know about that? I don’t see you out here running…” I don’t know why, but it’s motivating. >.>
Freaking awesome, btw. That’s how I started, and it took me a lot longer to get there, so you’re already kicking my butt. 😛