I am training for my first half marathon.
::WAIT FOR LAUGHTER::
Are you all finished?
Ok. I should start by saying I am being forced into this. Semi-willingly. I think it would be amazing to run a half marathon. Or even run a mile. It just feels so impossible. I get out of breath running to the mailbox. I think my body would only physically run if I was being chased by a monster, or if someone was dangling a slice of pepperoni pizza in front of me.
Today was day 1.
I head out to the gym with Miss Mini in tow. I go upstairs and of course it is PACKED. I wanted a treadmill on the end. Nope. Dead center. Sandwiched between a male Baywatch model and a pre-pubescent looking female college freshman. I mean are 19 year old girls seriously that small??
My first thought was…Holy shit, my ass is going to jiggle. It is fat, and it is going to jiggle with each single running step I take. I am not doing this. Nope. No way. No how.
But then I look 2 treadmills over. There is a girl who easily weighs 180lbs. And she is jogging. For longer then 10 seconds. And she is sweating. And literally working her ass off. And she is jiggling. Everywhere. And she clearly doesn’t give a shit.
So I ran.
Ass jiggling and all.
I did interval training for 2 miles. Run 30 seconds, walk 30-60 seconds. Depending on how I felt. Sometimes I was able to push myself to run for 45 seconds. Even 1 minutes a couple of times. I listened to my body. I pushed myself. I walk/ran 14 min/miles. Could have been better. Could have been worse. I did it. I pushed myself to go to the gym and try. After already working out at home during Mini’s nap. After working a full day at my job. After doing laundry and vacuuming. I did it.
And I’m proud.
I don’t know if I actually will be able to run a half marathon. But I’m sure going to try.
Now tell me. Who wants to run ahead of me and dangle the pizza…???