Tuesday, February 7, 2012

oh exercise, what a twisted game you play.


This is the first post in a series on health and exercise. Each week I will try new workouts and healthy meals and then document my experiences here. I struggle everyday to eat right and exercise and I hope by sharing my progress it will be just what I need to stay motivated. Either that or you will all see me for the slacker I really am. 

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In high school I played soccer. Then I got married, got pregnant twice and gained 60lbs. Nine months after baby number two was born I was still overweight and unhappy so I started running. It was glorious, don't get me wrong it was almost always torture, yet it was exactly what I needed. It was my escape from the little ones controlling my life. I was losing weight and getting back something that I desperately needed, my sanity. After nine more months of enjoying my new found lease on life I made a drastic decision, one I told myself and anyone around me I would never do, I signed up for a marathon. Over the next 5 months I ran and ran and ran and ran. Mon-Thurs I would wake up at 5am and run 4-5 miles. Then Saturday was the long run, the dreaded LONG RUN. Oh, how I hated those Saturday morning runs. By the time race day came around I was burnt out. I wanted to give up every step of the way. By some act of God I finished that blasted race and vowed I would never run another marathon.

As crazy as it sounds I still enjoy running, even after enduring 26.2 miles of pure torture. I just prefer it in small doses.

1 comment:

Annalisa said...

Exercise. It has been a non existence word in my life for the past few months because I have been so sick. I am proud of you and how far you have come. Now that I am moving so close to you we must meet and run together. LOVE!