Ok, I know. This is my third post in two days, but I feel like I have a lot to talk about lately.
Today, I remembered something very important. I remembered that about two months ago I told my sister-in-law I would do a 5k with her on St. Patty's Day. It seemed like a very long ways away, so I didn't think much of it. Until today....when I remembered that I'd agreed to do this 5k...which is on Saturday. Now, to some people this wouldn't be a big deal, but for me, well, I don't exercise much...or at all. If I do, its like a half an hour of yoga or a couple push ups and sit ups. Not cardio. I used to be in GREAT shape (explanation: skinny does not equal in shape). I ran seven miles in one run once. Hit a runner's high for the first time and LOVED it. At that point in time, I had a goal: to pass Loveland PD's entrance fitness exam. I had a reason to be working out (more than just to take care of my body...for some reason I don't find that a huge motivator, which at this point, makes me feel kind of ungrateful to my Heavenly Father for the good working, healthy body I have). Then I lost my goal because I decided not to go into police work, and well, I stopped exercising at all. Then I met Neal and life got crazy and took off.
Anyway, back to the present. The 5k on Saturday. I forgot until today. Three days before the race. So I went for a run today...I walked/ran 1.5 miles and it KILLED me. I was hacking up a bunch of crap (my lungs were SO not happy), my legs felt like absolute jello, and started to feel dizzy. Awesome. Luckily, my sister-in-law said she's going really slow/walking on Saturday. So, my goal? At this point to just finish the race: walking, running, crawling, etc. My next goal? To be able to do the Turkey Trot (another 5k) in November, and to not die doing it. Preferably running, but at least not to die. I have a goal again, and that makes me happy. (I'm pretty sure it'll make Neal happy, too. You know, the whole "wife getting hotter" thing...hahaha)
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