Not too long ago I was able to run 5 miles and barely break a sweat. It was glorious. I was fit, had tons of energy, my clothes fit nicely. Then, for whatever reason, maybe things happening around here, bad weather, just plain laziness, whatever, I still can’t quite figure it out, I quit running all together. For months. Nothing. Well, maybe an occasional walk. But nothing with any umph. And then, as luck would have it, about 2 weeks ago I realized that even my fat pants were tight. And that low and behold I had added what seemed to be an additional layer of chub to my already not-so-stealth figure.
So, I panicked. And got a bit mad at myself. Man, how pathetic. How “Homeresque” I had become.
I mean, let’s fact it, I’m a carb addict. And a coca-cola addict. Which is fine when I am also a consistent participant in sweat producing cardio exercise. But at that point, I was no longer.
So, I decided to change that. Take control of my life, if you will. I decided to whip myself back in shape. And man is that hard once you’ve let youself go! It had only been a few months, maybe 2 or 3, but good lord my body had gone straight to mush.
So, I started a couple of weeks ago. I revved up my ipod and my old school radio walkman (because let’s face it, ipods are great but I can’t help but get sick of my songs on there and I also get sick of changing them out) and I started walking. Then running.
Yes, I’m pretty sure this is what I looked like. Well, ok, in the the female version. But definitely the same facial expression.
And I’m happy to say that as of yesterday I was walked/ran 4.5 miles in 60 minutes. Not fast by any means but not super slow either. Yea! I’m back.
Now, I just need to keep it up. I mean, the hills are a long way from here and if I’m going to get fit enough to run there and make it there in any decent time I need to get a move on. So, off to the treadmill I go.
Later!
