Day 19. National Blog Posting Month.
So, I am really doing this thing. I set out at the beginning of the month to write a post every day and I am doing it. I’m not all that surprised though, to be honest. Usually when I set out to do something, I do it.
I did it with running. A year or two ago, I never, ever would have thought I’d embrace this running culture. I recall seeing runners on the street, with their 3-4 little water bottles strapped to their back and their fancy clothes and would think, “Why would someone want to do that?” Despite have some girlfriends who are runners (who yes, I thought were pretty nuts for running 1/2 marathons), it wasn’t something I felt I could ever do. Back when my husband and I were dating, I remember going out for a “run” with him on Saturday afternoon. His idea of running is a very leisurely jog in the neighborhood. I don’t think I lasted more than a few minutes, despite the fact that I had been working out regularly at the gym at the time. There certainly wasn’t anything “fun” about it.
Then during the spring of 2012, right after my son turned 1, I remember chasing my daughter across a field and getting completely winded afterwards. So winded in fact, that I almost felt like throwing up. It was a huge eye-opener for me. I was ridiculously out of shape. I wasn’t overweight, sure I had an extra 10 pounds or so from my pre-baby weight, but by no means was I “fat”. I was just really, really de-conditioned. So, for a few months I debated joining a gym. I started doing some home workout DVDs but it just wasn’t enough. Husband suggested that I start running – it’s cheap, it’s quick and I could do it right after work. In early July, 2012, my girlfriend invited me to her “boot camp”. I decided to go. It was a painful 3km run and I couldn’t move for 3 days afterward, but I was hooked.
My husband was really proud of me for not only starting to run, but keeping up with it. Though he said he wasn’t at all surprised — he has always said that I have a tremendous amount of tenacity, determination and discipline. I suppose he is right. After all, I decided at the age of 13 that I wanted to be a physician and nothing stood in my way of reaching that goal.
So as I get back into this running thing, I ask myself what I want to accomplish with my running. Right before I got pregnant, I was just meters away from running 10 kilometers. I think that is a reasonable goal to strive for, but baby steps first. I don’t want to risk injury, nor do I want my breast milk supply to suffer. I don’t plan on nursing past 6 months as I will be returning to work. It will be spring when I go back and I think it would be great to be able to get my runs in right after work – it is a very convenient 5 km straight stretch from the office to home.
So, goal #1 – be able to run 5 km by March, 2013.
Goal #2 – physical (ie. respiratory) endurance. Despite getting close to the 10 km distance, I wasn’t quite able to run a solid 10-20 minutes and that is something I would like to change. I ran once, a year ago, for a solid 20 minutes but wasn’t able to repeat that feat.
Goal #3 – toning and weight loss. I was in great shape when I got pregnant last winter and I would love to get back there again, which means I have about 25 lbs (yikes!!) to lose and about 12 inches in total to trim (from hips, thighs and waist).
Seeing it in writing makes it so real and so daunting. But you heard it here first. I am committed to staying healthy and fitting back into those damn Guess jeans that I own. Come hell or high water!
But first, I need to throw out every single piece of Hallowe’en chocolate in my house.