I feel like I should preface this post by saying that I used to HATE running. When I was in high school, I was a basketball and softball player. I never had to think about exercise, because my beloved coach worked our hineys off. In college, I decided I would try to be active, but treadmills bored me to death. I tried running again after Ty and I got married. I probably ran about a half a mile. Maybe. Then I went home and ate a cake. When I was pregnant with Marleigh, I gained 50 pounds. FIFTY. That's a lot. So I knew I had to do something. After she was born, I did the
Ease into 5K program and lost all the baby weight. I was finally a runner. But not an avid runner. Just a when-the-weather-is-nice or when-my-pants-start-getting-tight runner. I started to like running, because it was time away from spit-up and dirty diapers and messes that awaited me at home. I liked that I could justify eating the whole pan of brownies. Because running three miles
totally negates a pan of brownies. You can quote me on that . . . or maybe not. I also liked that I could take my stress out on the road. After Tucker was born, same thing. Ease into 5K. But this time, I stuck with running. And I have grown to LOVE it. In December, I bit the bullet and registered for a half-marathon. That's 13.1 miles. I am terrified, but also so excited! I have several friends doing the
OKC Memorial Half Marathon with me. I also registered for the
Color Me Rad 5K two weeks after the half. I now own running pants and a
Garmin running watch. I still feel uncomfortable calling myself a runner, but I guess I am. I'm sure this post has a point. I just don't know what it is. I guess I just wanted to brag a little so I can feel accomplished. Or to inspire you to get out there and move. The picture at the beginning of this post was exactly how I felt three years ago. And today, I ran 5 miles! If I can do it, you can too. Look for an update following the half-marathon. I'm
sure I'll still love running, right? Right?
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