No… not the mediterranean version.
After my last post (and apparently my comment about how I really, REALLY wasn’t going to run a 5k), my sister sent me the following e-mail (with the subject “Suck it Up”):
I think you need to suck it up and do a 5K.. what’s the point of training if you aren’t going to do one? Also it will make you feel empowered. And that’s really what your blog is about. You’ve talked in your blog about how [weight has] made you afraid of trying things. I think you should do 1 5K. You’ll get a free tshirt and maybe you’ll inspire others. The biggest losers did 5Ks, half marathons and marathons this year. You can do a 5K. I did one without training once and walked half the way and everyone still cheered and I didn’t come in last. It’s more motivating to do a 5K then to run alone on the streets. You might find you like it. I think it would be good to show your blog viewers you’re not letting weight limit you… am I now annoying you? 😛
Damn her. She’s always been a PITA (pain in the ass). She’s probably right.
SEE THAT VAL? I actually admitted FOR ONCE IN MY LIFE that YOU MAY BE RIGHT.
Sheesh… what am I thinking?
I am evolving. We all are. Time to embrace it. A year and a half ago, when I stopped WW, I said I wouldn’t be back. Well, guess what. I’m back. I have the Starcatcher to show off my gold stars and the little Momentum Hungry Guy magnet on my fridge to prove it. A year or two ago, when my sister took me to a local track to do plyometrics and jogging, I told her–between dry heaves and drips of sweat–I’d never run again. And now I’m running. A few hours after she sent me the e-mail, I found myself considering skipping my writer’s group meeting to run. Again. I already ran this morning.
Yes, those ARE crow feathers stuck to my lower lip. Thanks for letting me know.
So, for now, I’ll set a couple mini goals so that this “running” thing isn’t totally aimless:
- Be able to jog a mile without stopping (by September)
- Jog the last mile of the Breast Cancer 3-Day (October–as if it’s not crazy enough that I’m walking 60 miles, now I’ll add jogging the last mile of it to the challenge? Yup!)
I’ll figure out what’s next from there. Right after I figure out what in the world has possessed me.