Sunday, April 27, 2014
Running and I have had a torrid relationship. I love it. I hate it. I need it. I despise it. But, then I seem to always come back to it begging it to take me back! lol. So, after a horribly cold nasty rainy snowy winter, my running had really suffered. I was back to doing nothing . I had /have put on 20 pounds and needed to be moving again. So, I signed up for a fleet feet running program. I am only running about 1 to 2 muntes and doing a minute walk in between. But, I could feel that I could do more. I mean I've run for almost 9 years. What was I doing? So, I spoke to the director and she moved me up to the 5/2 walk run group. I was so nervous. But, I did it. The girls I ran with encouraged me all the way and kept with me up the hills and when I was psyching myself out. They were cheering me on. Because to be honest, that has been my role for everyone else and it was so nice to have someone do it for me. Oh man! The hills. The sweat. The pride I felt when I was done. Have I lost any weight? I don't know. If I haven't, I do not care. I feel a sense of accomplishment that has nothing to do with my pants size. In fact, I went this weekend and just bought some clothes that fit. Clothes that make me feel sassy. Cause who says sassy has to be a size 4. My man like my curves. And maybe with some help and love, I will too!