I ran my first 5k three weeks ago. The thought of publicly signing up for a 5k and beckoning a team to sign up with me and then writing a follow-up blog post was probably the majority of what motivated me to actually run the entire time. I certainly didn’t want to come back and write a post that said, “I ran for about a minute and a half, but then wanted to die so I sat on the side of the road and played with gravel until somebody pitied me enough to give me a piggy back ride back to the starting line.”
Is it bad that the thought of public humiliation is enough to shame me into pushing my bod?. Probably. I probably shouldn’t act like a ten year old. But, in another sense, it’s like you all kept me accountable. HEY THAT 5K YOU’RE NOT GOING TO BACK OUT ON IT, ARE YOU, ROO?
No, no, fiiiiine. Quick, take these Twinkies away from me.
But now the 5k is over, and I still need you. I’m needy. Pity me. I’ve decided to take pictures documenting every single time I work out. And then I’ll post them here. And if you see a huge gap (and you will), I’m hoping it’ll be enough to motivate me to invest in my health more. As a bonus, I’m taking these pictures after I’ve gone for a run or taken a spin class, so I’m sweaty, disgusting, and maybe a little cranky. It’s like NiceGirlNotes has the SweatyGirlSeries. So gross, right?
Humbling and motivating all at the same time. Here we go. Last week, I was really consistent. Lots of running. This week, I was rolling out a few projects and could not force myself to get out of bed at 5:15. Bah.
Monday, June 4th: two miles on treadmill, including warm-up and cool-down; t-shirt by the rad people at Famigo.
Tuesday, June 5th: twenty minutes on the elliptical; entertained myself by watching a Zumba class.
Wednesday, June 6th: two miles on treadmill, including warm-up and cool down; t-shirt from Picaboo.
Thursday, June 7th: headed to the beach; two miles in 19:39.
Saturday, June 9th: back to the beach; two miles in 19:09. Shaved 30 seconds off my (rather slow) time. Almost died.
Didn’t make it to the gym again until Wednesday, June 13th: met with a personal trainer; I’m old enough to be his mom (not really); filled out paperwork; I rolled my eyes when he asked me how old I am; he responded with “You’re really going to roll your eyes now. How much do you weigh?” Yeah.
I’ve been waking up between 5:00 and 5:15 to head to the gym or the beach. This means I should *probably* stop going to bed late. Can someone shake me violently every morning? I’d really appreciate that.
So, there you go. Consistency, then non-consistency. Wahhhhh. Also, I sweated THROUGH my shirts, which is super gross, but also a little satisfying.
I need a pep talk, Coach. I also need someone to tell me to stop eating like a frat boy. Yes, I’ll wear the t-shirt you made, especially if it has a picture of a cat holding a basket of yarn on it.
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