Couch to 5K in 2010
I haven’t posted much lately because I was getting rather sick of myself for constantly waxing poetic about all my weight-loss wants and goals and hopes and not, you know, JUST MANNING UP AND DOING SOMETHING ABOUT IT ALL. Although, sure, I think we can all relate to fitness stops and starts, and we all know something about trigger foods and stress eating and making excuses not to go to the gym, eventually there are no more excuses to make and you have to stop writing about the hand-wringing and just make your life what you want it. So, that’s what I’ve been up to.
I have declared — at various places around the Internet and in my day-to-day life — 2010 to be my year, the year I will reclaim the things I’ve lost including a defined waist line. These very verbal declarations are what brought my tired, exhausted, run down ass to our local gym tonight and what urged me to fork over my monthly registration charge and drag my chubby, out-of-place butt into the workout room and onto an empty treadmill and start day one of the Couch to 5K program. Finally doing something to get me to where I most want to be is what kept me running at minute five and then again at minute twelve. It had me beaming on my way out, too.
I was only at the gym a half hour, walking and jogging while keeping one eye on my stuff and one eye on the Bachelor premiere, and there were so many fitter, trimmer folks working out around me and for a much longer period of time, too, but this is my year and my year started with tonight.
I was proud of myself tonight and although I felt a lot in 2009, I didn’t feel proud often enough.
2010 will be different.