Today is a special day for me, but not for any crafty related reasons...
I was raised an only child by a professional working mother. I was the ultimate latch-key kid and I learned to occupy myself while mom was at work. This generally meant burying myself in books, and this tendency toward thinking rather than doing is something that is still with me. Athletics were never a priority for my family, and because I wasn't raised in an environment where athleticism was considered important, I never took an interest. I've always been conscious of trying to "stay in shape", but if I lapsed, it was never a huge deal for me. After I had Brynne I found that I was almost never able to make it to the gym. Finally, after realizing how seldom I was able to make it to the gym, I let my membership lapse and hoped that I could find something else to do.
I had always avoided running because a) it always felt so miserable, and b) I have lousy knees; I have a relatively minor disease called Osgood Slaughter's disease which resulted in a slight deformation of my knees. You probably wouldn't notice it unless I pointed it out - they just have an extra lump on them. Anyway, because I was worried about my knees and because I didn't enjoy it anyway, I was never a runner. All of that changed this past spring. A magazine I subscribe to included a brief training regimen for taking a "couch potato" to a 5km run in 9 weeks. Although I wasn't a total couch potato, I was definitely not in running shape. So, I decided to give it a shot - after all, the only thing required was a pair of shoes... no gym membership, no fancy equipment.
The only time that seemed possible for me to do the program was to get up in the morning with Jerry and go jogging while he was getting ready to go to work. This meant getting up at 5:30 am (ugh!) 3 mornings a week to go jogging - this sounded like absolute hell to me - get up before dawn to go do something that I already knew I hated! Well, I was pretty determined to complete the program, and so I trudged on (or at least it felt like trudging!).
That was 9 weeks ago. This morning I completed the final workout of the program and jogged something around a 5K. This is something I never imagined I would (or could) do, and I know that others around me are just as amazed. Although getting up in the morning was hateful, and jogging still isn't fun, the feeling of accomplishment is truly wonderful. (Plus, nothing feels quite as good as a cool shower after a jog in this hot, muggy weather!) So, I share this with my new blog friends because I'm proud of myself for doing something that was really hard for me. I know that a 5K is nothing for many people, but I am no spring chicken and I am usually exhausted from chasing a crazy toddler around!
Now comes the hard part - keeping up with the routine. I've reached the goal I set out to reach, but I would really like to continue with this and get better at it. Plus, I hear that it does become enjoyable at some point! I'm just worried that I'll give up on this now that I've proven I can do it... I could set time goals, but I'm not really a competitive person, and I don't think this would be important to me. I could set weight loss goals, but all I've done is *gain* weight since I started this program. (Yes, I know it's probably muscle weight, but it's hard to set a weight loss goal when the pounds keep going up!) Due to our schedules in the morning, I can't really increase the amount of time alotted for jogging... So, does anyone out there have any suggestions for a strategy to keep me going? I'd especially love to hear from any runners out there (Mariko?) who actually enjoy doing this!
Well, enough of that... thanks for bearing with me in this self-centered post!