I hate running.....I hate exercise....there, I said it. Hating exercise means I don't do exercise. I know exercise is good for the body, and I want to be healthy but I struggle to motivate and actually do it. Even though I hate exercise today, I aspire to be a fit person. In my head I envision this in-shape person instead of the person I am today walking around with 15 pounds of baby weight 18 months after the baby. I watch people running outside, and it looks so easy for them, and I want to be them.
One day I said it out loud. "I run outside and my feet feel so heavy, and I am passed by people with bounce in their step". Jay told me the more I run the easier it will get. I too could look like I am running on a trampoline instead of through sand.
Then yesterday a friend posted a picture of her 100th run. 100 runs! That sounded like such an accomplishment. I don't know how long it took her, but just the fact that she went out and ran 100 times means something. And then it clicked. If I need to run more to become a runner, maybe I should set a goal, a real goal.
So here it is. 100 runs by my birthday, January 9, 2013. 100 runs in 195 days. Seems daunting and yet within reach.
I will update my progress here and hold myself accountable to this goal. I will track my successes (and failures) and see if I can turn myself into a runner or at least someone who doesn't hate running.
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