Well, it finally happened. I started running.
After all the baby weight that I've gained over the years, not to mention the excessive eating weight, it was time for something to give after several months of no weight loss to speak of. At Nealy's first birthday last spring, it became apparent to me that my extra weight wasn't going anywhere on it's own, and since it had been a year since childbirth, it was time for me to take some serious action. I began a boot camp last March, and I've spent time in and out of different exercise classes ever since. Overall, I've lost maybe 20 pounds, give or take a few. But mostly I successfully moved my status from overweight to healthy, so that's pretty good.
At the end of the summer, I was at a loss for what kind of workout regimen I would pursue with school starting soon. I knew we wouldn't have the money for a gym membership, nor would I actually use it even if we were members. I've never been much of a gym rat. And most other options I might have had were limiting due to time constraints and short funds.
So, my friend Summer had this grand plan that we would start to run. Not only would we run, but we would train for a 5K race.
Okay, I have NEVER been a runner. Not even as a child. I preferred not to. I was the kid who always walked at the back of the group on the day when we had to run the mile in PE class. I have famously referred to myself as a non-athletic who does not involve myself in any sort of sporty recreation of any kind, and if you ever saw me running then it would incorporate some sort of a life or death chase situation in which I would probably lose.
Even though I knew all of this about myself, I also knew that there are lots of really cute clothes out there that look a whole lot better on a smaller, less fat body. Not to mention the health benefits, blah, blah, blah...... And so I ran.
We began our training by walking then running for a few minutes at a time. Two, then three, then four, and so on. I dreaded every move up a minute and never felt like I could make it another second. I truly hate running. I'm not good at it and I hate the monotony. But it seems to be helping, and so I ran.
All of our hard work paid off yesterday when we ran in our first official 5K run. It was on Auburn's campus, it was sponsored by the SGA, it was hot, it was sweaty, and it was kind of miserable. I didn't manage to run every step of the distance, but I finished in under 40 minutes, and I am still kind of proud of myself despite my inability to run the whole time.
My entire running group finished, as well, and we are planning to keep going! Not on to a 10K, just on to more 5K's. And for me, that's going to be okay. I don't think I'll ever have that drive to keep going to longer and longer distances. I'm satisfied with what we're doing for now. I'm hoping I can actually run that 5K for the whole time sometime soon.
Joe and the kids greeted me at the finish line with smiles and a sign, and fun was had by all. Except for me, actually, who was gasping for breath at the finish line and begging for water.
After all the baby weight that I've gained over the years, not to mention the excessive eating weight, it was time for something to give after several months of no weight loss to speak of. At Nealy's first birthday last spring, it became apparent to me that my extra weight wasn't going anywhere on it's own, and since it had been a year since childbirth, it was time for me to take some serious action. I began a boot camp last March, and I've spent time in and out of different exercise classes ever since. Overall, I've lost maybe 20 pounds, give or take a few. But mostly I successfully moved my status from overweight to healthy, so that's pretty good.
At the end of the summer, I was at a loss for what kind of workout regimen I would pursue with school starting soon. I knew we wouldn't have the money for a gym membership, nor would I actually use it even if we were members. I've never been much of a gym rat. And most other options I might have had were limiting due to time constraints and short funds.
So, my friend Summer had this grand plan that we would start to run. Not only would we run, but we would train for a 5K race.
Okay, I have NEVER been a runner. Not even as a child. I preferred not to. I was the kid who always walked at the back of the group on the day when we had to run the mile in PE class. I have famously referred to myself as a non-athletic who does not involve myself in any sort of sporty recreation of any kind, and if you ever saw me running then it would incorporate some sort of a life or death chase situation in which I would probably lose.
Even though I knew all of this about myself, I also knew that there are lots of really cute clothes out there that look a whole lot better on a smaller, less fat body. Not to mention the health benefits, blah, blah, blah...... And so I ran.
We began our training by walking then running for a few minutes at a time. Two, then three, then four, and so on. I dreaded every move up a minute and never felt like I could make it another second. I truly hate running. I'm not good at it and I hate the monotony. But it seems to be helping, and so I ran.
All of our hard work paid off yesterday when we ran in our first official 5K run. It was on Auburn's campus, it was sponsored by the SGA, it was hot, it was sweaty, and it was kind of miserable. I didn't manage to run every step of the distance, but I finished in under 40 minutes, and I am still kind of proud of myself despite my inability to run the whole time.
My entire running group finished, as well, and we are planning to keep going! Not on to a 10K, just on to more 5K's. And for me, that's going to be okay. I don't think I'll ever have that drive to keep going to longer and longer distances. I'm satisfied with what we're doing for now. I'm hoping I can actually run that 5K for the whole time sometime soon.
Joe and the kids greeted me at the finish line with smiles and a sign, and fun was had by all. Except for me, actually, who was gasping for breath at the finish line and begging for water.
4 comments:
Thats awesome Katie! Congrats, you should be very proud of yourself!
That's wondeful!! And you look GREAT!
I am so proud of you for doing this. You are inspiring me (but only jsut a little bit) to do this too. I was the same as you in P.E. I hated to run. Hell, i hate to walk now!!!
applause applause. In 6th grade, I hyperventilated during the required 600 yd dash. Once gasping, twice shy.
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