I have tried... this is my third try. I've never made it beyond week 2. Can I do it this time?! Well... let's just say, I'll be praying!!!
I am so not a runner. I hate running. HATE it! As a dancer, we were told not to run because it is too hard on your knees. Not that I liked it before then anyway... *cue old memories*
You remember in elementary school when you had to run the backstops?? It would take me so long just to walk the backstops that I would miss part of my next class, but because it was a TAAS standard that had to be completed, they had to make sure I finished. NOT a runner...
Decided I'd run track in middle school, knowing I'm NOT a runner... I was OK at the triple jump, long jump and the tiny sprints... LAST one to come in for the middle school district meet distance run. NOT a runner...
I was 13 and I was about to start high school. School started in about 2 weeks which means it was the heat of summer in South Texas and football two-a-days were going on. My best friend, Ben called to see if I wanted to run the track at Carroll (the high school we were about to go to) and for some unknown reason, I said yes. Let's think about this... I was a teenage girl and I had "girl issues." Add that to the fact that I'd not had ANYTHING to eat or drink all day and it was about 4:00PM on a sunny, summer day, so probably close to 100° outside. I remember this... running... football... senior boys... about to faint and
So... do you see where this is not a good pattern??
When Reagan was a baby... hmmm, maybe about 7 months old?? I tried to do the Couch to 5K program through my moms group. I made it into week 2 and that was that. I was the biggest whiner and I could not keep up with the other ladies. I made excuses... I'm not a runner, I don't have a jogging stroller, yada, yada, yada... but the truth is, I just didn't WANT to do it. Running makes me feel sick, it makes me light headed, it makes my head HURT, it gives me shin splints. And any ONE of those things is enough to make me quit something, but all of them?! In high school and college I would work through pain... it would make me stronger... keep pushing through. Now, not so much. And well, really... I think if I was doing something I loved, like if I could still really dance... I'd work through the pain. But running? Nah...
The next time I tried was about a year ago with Anna. I think I made that 2 times... Obviously, that didn't work.
So... this time. With my hubby - which I've always said I want to do it that way - because he motivates me... gently. He is understanding when I can't do it completely and he is praising when I do what I can. Tonight, we started day 1 which is walking with eight 1 minutes runs. I did the first 3 runs and then took a break for the middle two and then ran the last 3. So, not all the way, but he told me I did a really great job and that makes me feel AMAZING. Having Kyle give me praise like that, and knowing that he is proud of me makes me happier than just about anybody else saying that. I think Usain Bolt could tell me I did a good job and that wouldn't matter as much as Kyle telling me he is proud of me. And the best part... HE MEANT IT!!
It may not sound like much to you that I ran for 6 minutes (of course there is walking in between the minute runs)... that may be nothing to you... but for me, this is HUGE. This is really beyond huge. I can't tell you the last time I willingly got my heart rate up that high. So... yeah, I'm gonna take a minute and pat myself on the back. Now, let's see how many more times I get to pat myself on the back. Do you think I can make it through all 6 weeks?? Maybe?? I hope I can... so, if you think I can, leave me some love!
Day 1 - long and gone! Day 2 is on Wednesday.