A few days ago Andy told me we were doing a Half Marathon. Yes, he TOLD me. Apparently my husband thinks I truly enjoy torturing myself.
After I stopped arguing with him, I took a few days to think about it. And I reconsidered it … a bit. I decided that it wouldn’t be horrible to at least do the training part. Maybe I won’t sign up for an actual half marathon race, but maybe I can start running again. So today, I ran two miles. Two miles in 25 sweat-drenched minutes. Two miles of why-did-I-ever-stop-running questions racing through my head.
A few years ago, I was in the best shape of my life. I was coming off of a break up, eating better, and spending a lot of time in the gym on treadmills and ellipticals. At that time, I had set myself a goal to run 365 miles in a year. A mile a day.
It wasn’t bad at all. I would run two, three, sometimes four miles at a time to “bank” miles. So when I went away for vacation, I wouldn’t have to find time to run if I couldn’t. And I hit my goal, all well within my time limit.
Running gave me more than I thought it would. It was a personal therapy session every day where I could tune out all the horrible thoughts in my head. It let me focus on the task at hand. In turn, I got a stronger body and mind.
But after that year, I stopped. I let life get in the way. I let the typical “when you get comfortable in a relationship you get fat” story come true. I gave up on myself when I should have reminded myself to stay strong, give myself my needed therapy runs and stop eating like I was still running every day.
So I’m hoping if I force myself to “train” for this magical half marathon, that maybe I can feel better about myself – both mentally and physically. So today was day one. Yikes.
It seems that I’ve gotten a little busy. Okay, a lot busy. And I’ve completely neglected my blog, my love for writing, cooking, working out regularly, and pretty much anything that doesn’t include work.
Sometimes when life throws a lot at you, you tend to put things on the sideline. Things that mean a lot to you, but you forget they mean a lot to you. Like something as simple as making breakfast. For the last year I have basically “forgotten” to eat breakfast every morning. I used to wake up early, make myself a breakfast (even if it’s just a couple of eggs), maybe workout a bit, and then start my day. I miss that.
Which is why I spent a few days fighting the Internet to figure out how to log back into my blog. Yes, I locked myself out. That’s how long it’s been.
But now that I’m in, I’m hoping I can keep myself accountable. Maybe log some workouts. Maybe share how I am balancing getting real meals into my system every day while we spend 12 plus hours a day running our new store. (Yes, we FINALLY opened a brick and mortar store!!)
We will see where this goes. And if anyone is listening, that’s even better. Help me track some goals, eat better, make better decisions, and find myself again.
Every January, Andy and I look at each other and say “this year, we’re going to get fit.” And each year, we do. For a little bit. As we’ve gotten older, it’s certainly become a more difficult feat. We’ve tried just about everything between the two of us: Weight Watchers, Whole 30 and Paleo, vegetarian, no carb, no sugar, more exercise, no eating out. Any number of combinations. The one thing that’s stuck with me though, has been that Whole 30 or Paleo has helped curb my carb issue.
You see, I have a bread problem. I’m the person that buys that warm Italian loaf at the grocery store and has eaten it all before we’ve made it home. True story.
So, it’s probably been a good year since I’ve even looked at my blog as we’ve had a whirlwind kind of 2016 and 2017. We got engaged, we got married, bought a house, all while we struggled through brain cancer with Andy’s late mom. We also got two adorable kittens. 2017 was a … year. One we won’t forget. And be it we had a lot of downs, we had a lot of ups. Who can really say they bought a house in the same month they got married?
I’m going to try this blogging thing again, though. When I used to write, I had an outlet, something to look forward to each week. And I think I need that again in my life. So I’m going to give it a go again. Perhaps I’ll sprinkle in some of our business, a bit of new food ideas, as well as some of what we’ve been going through.
At any rate. I hope you join me (us) on this journey.