RunningSomewhere in what seems like another lifetime ago I used to run. Ok, so some of you might not actually call it running, to you it might be more of a slow jog, but for me it was running.
I started running because a dear friend of mine challenged me to start running with her. It started out slow but after a while I had worked my way up to nine miles a day, I would run from my house in Pleasant Grove to Cedar Hills and then back again. I cannot actually say I ever really liked to go running, but I loved how I felt afterwards. I loved knowing that I was doing something good for my heart, body and soul. I especially liked what I saw it was doing for my figure.
However the truth was I was lonely and bored and I had a lot of free time to kill, so running worked well for me. Once my life picked up and I was dating and working two jobs, time for running disappeared. Things only got more complicated when I became a wife and then a mother.
So here I am eight years later, unfit and very unhappy with myself and wondering to myself why I cannot suck it up and start running again. I can find a million excuses as to why I cannot get back into the groove of running, but I guess it boils down to the fact that I don't put it as a priority in my life, there is always something else I need to do instead.
I have ran off and on and here and there, but I have never been consistent and persistent and I want that to change.
So right now I'm making a plan for myself to make running something I do at least five times a week. I figure my blog is as good as place as ever, to track my progress (more likely my failures). After all I cannot run the Moab Half Marathon this next Spring if I don't get my butt in gear.
I'm currently comfortable with running about two miles a day, so I think I'll start with running two miles a day 5 times week and progress from there.
Wish me luck!
I started running because a dear friend of mine challenged me to start running with her. It started out slow but after a while I had worked my way up to nine miles a day, I would run from my house in Pleasant Grove to Cedar Hills and then back again. I cannot actually say I ever really liked to go running, but I loved how I felt afterwards. I loved knowing that I was doing something good for my heart, body and soul. I especially liked what I saw it was doing for my figure.
However the truth was I was lonely and bored and I had a lot of free time to kill, so running worked well for me. Once my life picked up and I was dating and working two jobs, time for running disappeared. Things only got more complicated when I became a wife and then a mother.
So here I am eight years later, unfit and very unhappy with myself and wondering to myself why I cannot suck it up and start running again. I can find a million excuses as to why I cannot get back into the groove of running, but I guess it boils down to the fact that I don't put it as a priority in my life, there is always something else I need to do instead.
I have ran off and on and here and there, but I have never been consistent and persistent and I want that to change.
So right now I'm making a plan for myself to make running something I do at least five times a week. I figure my blog is as good as place as ever, to track my progress (more likely my failures). After all I cannot run the Moab Half Marathon this next Spring if I don't get my butt in gear.
I'm currently comfortable with running about two miles a day, so I think I'll start with running two miles a day 5 times week and progress from there.
Wish me luck!
1 comment:
Wow, Michelle, I totally wish you all of the luck in the world! I admire anyone who will get out there and run. I have NEVER been able to do that. Give me a gym or give me out-of-shapeness
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