I used my upcoming race as a way to bond with Dan, well sorta. We were in the new relationship phase. I was also gaining more weight than I would have liked to admit. Dan was also injured at the time so my motivation to prepare for the race waned. I started freaking out as race day approached. I was at my heaviest weight ever and hadn’t trained, but I couldn’t back out because I was trying to impress my new professional athlete boyfriend.
Race morning came and I freaked out, but I still went through with it ONLY because I wanted to impress Dan. Early on in the “race” I met up with another women that was walking and she and I walked (sometimes sorta ran) the whole 10 miles. I can say that I didn’t come in last; there were at least three people behind me (I just checked and there were about 50 people behind me)! I should also note that there are over 10,000 runners in the race.
That experience was not the best. Soon after that I started my low carb diet and joined a gym where I took walks, walked on the treadmill and used the bike and elliptical. I refused to run. I had no desire to run. I hated running.
This is why it was weird when I wanted to run and I kept wanting to run. This morning we woke up super early so Dan could give a nutrition presentation to the Runner’s Edge running group, and I saw this huge group of people of all ages/sizes/speeds. Seeing that further inspired me to get off my duff and try to run.
And so I did. For 1.4 miles. Not long, not far, but I didn’t HATE it! I actually kinda enjoyed it. I went so slowly that it wasn’t painful. I want to go again. Slowly. But I want to go. I think I might try to run the entire turkey trot, even if I go so slowly. I did make Dan promise to not abandon me this time. But that’s a story for another time!
(food today-pumpkin bread, oven fries, salt and pepper chicken and mushroom risotto)
Happy Saturday!
