I decided enough is enough. If cheesy dips, pasta, beer, loaded baked potatoes, extra sour cream and desserts are going to be in my life forever, I better leave some room for exercise. I buy the sneakers, I pin the running programs, I live in the country with endless dirt roads and beautiful walking trails and I have a great playlist on my iPod.
There is no excuse.
I've always wanted to be one of those people who go running before breakfast or on their lunch break. I want to come home from work with the desire to get outside and run. I want to train for something, I want to wear a number on my shirt, I want to challenge myself. I want to run a marathon and feel the high of crossing the finish line.
My problem? Constantly giving into the other option. Go for a run or meet friends for wings and a beer? Go for a run or waste my hour break on social media? Go for a run or sleep in? No matter what the other option is, it always sounds better.
Today was different.
I came home from work and didn't so much look in the direction of my living room. I didn't look at the couch with the blanket resting just how I left it, or at the iPhone charger I so desperately needed, or the remote, the dishes that needed to be put in the dishwasher, or even my animals. Nope. G and I changed into sweats and sneakers and despite the rain, kept right back outside to the truck. We went to that beautiful walking trail and we ran, dammit we ran! Although G could have ran the entire 5K without a break, he stuck by my side and pushed me to complete one minute of running and one minute of walking for thirty minutes. Shut up, it's a start. I may not be there yet, but I'm closer than I was yesterday!
My stomach was in knots the whole time. I was dizzy. I had a muscle spasm. My ass hurts. My legs are restless and the heat from the laptop is soothing the deep ache in my quads. I have no idea what tomorrow will bring but I'm already super excited for my second run. I feel great, like I accomplished something huge.
I DID IT!