I have been a slacker lately.
Well at least a slacker at blogging.
I have not been slacking in other areas.
I am starting at the end, if you will, with what happened this weekend, so we will work backwards. It's my blog, I can do what I want.
This Saturday I did my first 5K. Or well, I did my first 5K when I was worried about time (I have down the Race for the Cure before, but that was just a walk for me).
I didn't decide to the 5K until Monday. I have been practicing and training for a 5K for 9 weeks. If I didn't do it now, I wasn't going to do it. As the week progressing and got colder and rainier, I grew more and more worried about this 5K. First of all, I knew it was going to be hard enough to do this things in nice weather. I had almost decided that if the weather did not cooperate I was just going to chalk this up as a loss and try again another day.
However, when Friday rolled around, I knew I had to set my alarm and get up and do it. I knew that if I didn't I would keep making excuses and finding reasons not do to it.
My alarm went off and I had no trouble getting up. I ate breakfast, laced up my shoes and got ready to head out the door. And the sun was shining. It was still cold, but there was no rain. I checked in, got my stuff and got ready to go. I was actually pretty proud of the race bib.
If I said it was easy, it would be a lie. I thought I would jog more than I did. I thought I'd jog most of it. I didn't. I walked. I walked a lot. But I did jog. I made small goals for myself, I'd jog from one stop sign to the next, or to the end of one song. When I signed up, I said I wanted to finish in under 45 minutes. I jogged across the finish line at 43 minutes and 15 seconds. I know that's not a great time and it's slow, but I was proud. I had never been more proud of myself. I had a good time and I can't wait to do another one.
I have also started meeting with a trainer once a week. I dread it pretty much all day but I am impressed with myself every time we meet. I am impressed and proud with what I can do.
I bought my graduation dress when I was in Nashville. It was a much smaller size that the dress I wore when i gradated with my Bachelor degree. I am so excited to but my dress on and walk across the stage. I may not lose the 40 pounds I wanted to lose before graduation (I'm not sure I haven't been on a scale in a few days and I''m not going to get on one for a few more days), but I am going to look a whole lot better than I did when I started.
Well at least a slacker at blogging.
I have not been slacking in other areas.
I am starting at the end, if you will, with what happened this weekend, so we will work backwards. It's my blog, I can do what I want.
This Saturday I did my first 5K. Or well, I did my first 5K when I was worried about time (I have down the Race for the Cure before, but that was just a walk for me).
I didn't decide to the 5K until Monday. I have been practicing and training for a 5K for 9 weeks. If I didn't do it now, I wasn't going to do it. As the week progressing and got colder and rainier, I grew more and more worried about this 5K. First of all, I knew it was going to be hard enough to do this things in nice weather. I had almost decided that if the weather did not cooperate I was just going to chalk this up as a loss and try again another day.
However, when Friday rolled around, I knew I had to set my alarm and get up and do it. I knew that if I didn't I would keep making excuses and finding reasons not do to it.
My alarm went off and I had no trouble getting up. I ate breakfast, laced up my shoes and got ready to head out the door. And the sun was shining. It was still cold, but there was no rain. I checked in, got my stuff and got ready to go. I was actually pretty proud of the race bib.
If I said it was easy, it would be a lie. I thought I would jog more than I did. I thought I'd jog most of it. I didn't. I walked. I walked a lot. But I did jog. I made small goals for myself, I'd jog from one stop sign to the next, or to the end of one song. When I signed up, I said I wanted to finish in under 45 minutes. I jogged across the finish line at 43 minutes and 15 seconds. I know that's not a great time and it's slow, but I was proud. I had never been more proud of myself. I had a good time and I can't wait to do another one.
I have also started meeting with a trainer once a week. I dread it pretty much all day but I am impressed with myself every time we meet. I am impressed and proud with what I can do.
I bought my graduation dress when I was in Nashville. It was a much smaller size that the dress I wore when i gradated with my Bachelor degree. I am so excited to but my dress on and walk across the stage. I may not lose the 40 pounds I wanted to lose before graduation (I'm not sure I haven't been on a scale in a few days and I''m not going to get on one for a few more days), but I am going to look a whole lot better than I did when I started.
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