Do you ever sit there and wonder how you got so out of shape? I do even though the answer is obvious. Somewhere between quitting competitive sports in HS, and working through college and grad school my “off time” changed from working out to sitting on my butt. And my butt showed its infinite gratitude by swelling with pride. Great.
So here is what bugs me the most about this current situation: now that I’ve firmly entrenched myself in the sit down and veg out club I find I don’t really want to do anything else. The process by which I have to talk myself into getting into my car and going somewhere where it is safe to run (or to the gym) is miserable.
And it doesn’t seem to get any easier.
I live in hope that one day I will be so thrilled by my running progress I will decide to try a full marathon, or a triathlon, or the Tour de France. LOL. The reality is, though, that I have all kinds of fun trying to just breathe correctly on my runs. At this point the half-marathon still seems excruciating.
This, however, is a defining moment.
It seems my exercise plan is full of these moments where at any given moment I can sit down a quit, and face this challenge again when I’m older, or fatter because at this point that’s what I see when I gaze into a looking glass. So I’m grinding it out.
Have I been lazy? Yes. Have I bitched and moaned and complained as promised? You betcha.
I am a whiner by nature when it comes to stuff like this, and that’s okay with me. But I refuse to remain a quitter. So I am STILL doing this. The Huntington Beach marathon is Feb 1st. They have a half marathon and my Christmas present from my parents is going to be registration for the race.
I acknowledge that the holidays are coming up. Thanksgiving is this week and yes that is scary. But I am sticking this out. February 1st I will complete a half marathon. Whether I have to walk, crawl or roll over that finish line I’m going to do it. I further aspire to make it through this holiday season without hating myself when it is over. Every day is a challenge but I vow to keep fighting. That’s the whole point, right?
Who is with me?
Yes, please keep fighting. I think this holiday season will be a tough time for all of us. But as long as we keep running then we are not quitters.
You’re a pillar of inspiration. Thanks for posting this, CK
Thanks KJ you’re right it’s definitely going to be rough couple weeks.
HZ, I think you mean to say I’m a pillar of crazy. LOL. I’m just hoping I don’t actually have to crawl over the finish line. We’ll see!
Thats the way! Keep it up.
You know this might sound funny, but I pattern my breathing. 2 strides in through the nose, 2 strides out through the mouth and repeat. LOL occasionally i’ll let out some stray puffs, simply cuz I gotta! haha.
You can do this CKilla!
Apparently not only am I with you in spirit, I am with you on the day and Nora is pretty sure she’ll walk it to. 13 miles in 6 hours? Good lord, that gives me time for lunch!
HOORAY for Mia! WOOT!
and thanks for the advice Jodie, I need all the help I can get!