Gonna take a moment here to do something I rarely do.
It’s actually something I’m not comfortable doing.
I’m going to toot my own horn, just a little.
Y’all – I’m becoming… an athlete.
You may pick your jaw up off the floor.
Seriously. Athlete. Of sorts.
The workout thing. I’m not bad at it.
I’m finding myself addicted to that feeling that comes after a good session when the sweat’s flying and your hair (thick, glorious and curly) is drenched from scalp to ends and your face is flushed with exertion and your heart beats just a little faster.
Hi. My name is Janey and I’m an endorphin addict.
Whoooo! What a rush.
And all this activity is paying off – I’m down some inches and strong and have a great cardio recovery time. Had to buy new underthings the other day – my old ones are too big.
Go. Me. I. Rock.
Also making big plans – my trainer (who I count amongst my top blessings from God now and forever) and I are going to…
wait for it…
Run the Disney Princess Half Marathon next spring. Yes, you read that correctly.
The very concept of “Me. Running.” is pretty crazy in itself – but a half marathon? Thirteen and change miles?
Yeah. I’m gonna do it. Got inspired watching The Biggest Loser a few weeks ago when the contestants, on a home visit, had the challenge of running a half marathon. The looks on their faces when they completed all those miles were amazing. Inspiring. Convicting.
And a look I want to sport on my own visage.
Already started training. Slowly but surely. Doing intervals – run for a minute/walk for three/run for one/and so on.
Here’s the best part: I’m even doing this when NOT with my trainer. I’m run/walking all on my own. For me, that’s huge.
I’m still trying to sort out this change in my psyche – my greatest revelation in this whole process has been how much of the workout is mental. Getting over preconceptions and the negatives that race through one’s head. Focusing on the matter at hand. Believing that yep, you CAN do it.
People have told me I love and respect (my trainer and my brother) that running takes off the unflattering curves faster than anything. I can already feel my tuchus muscles in ways I haven’t in a long long time (I’m embracing the pain, even in the glutes…)
And I do have some incentive to be the best I can be – our annual week at the beach is coming up in about two months and then I have a FAB trip planned with FAB friends to NYC in July for which I want to look ah-mah-zing. Mmmmmhmmmm.
It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this good about myself -- the “me” as I am now (damn, that’s weird to say) and the future “me” yet to come. This is the first thing in a long, long time that I’m doing just for myself. And even though it’s going to make me a better mother (I’m already seeing this as I play baseball with Will on Saturday mornings – in years past, I’d be in the bleachers. This year – I’m shagging fly balls and running bases.) amongst other things, it’s really making me a better Janey.
So, go me. I rock. Yeah – I really, really do.