I Just Started Running…

So, I’m about to be 40. Well, in about 7 months, but still.

I’m looking at 40 and it’s staring me down. I’m counting the gray hairs and feeling the cold in my bones. My back hurts, my ankles hurt, and I’m not as skinny as I used to be. Honestly, I’m fairly comfortable with how I look (not to say I couldn’t stand to lose a few) but I know I’m not as healthy as I could be.

I have decided I’m going to run. I’ve always said I couldn’t or that I’m not a runner. I’m tired of saying that. I’m going to do it. I am doing it. I started my C25K program two nights ago. I bought specialty running shoes (read = expensive; seriously, WTH?). I’ve read a lot about what to do to get started. I’ve even scheduled run times in my calendar. There are no excuses for not doing it. I finished my first run two nights ago and I felt really sore at the beginning even though I “warmed up” I guess I wasn’t warm enough. By the middle of the work out, I was feeling hot and sweaty and not as sore. By the end of the run, I felt pumped up and ready to take over the world!

She believed she could, so she did.

Forget Skinny

I think one of the best things I’ve done to prepare myself for this is buying some cute workout clothes. Running shorts, tights, tank tops with sayings like, “I heart working out because I really really heart cupcakes”. Or, “Forget skinny, I’m training to be a badass”. And it’s true. I’m not looking to be skinny. I have no goals of that in my head. My goal is to run a 5K. I’m not interested in beating anyone’s time, just finishing.

Here’s my before photo. Let’s all remember this day, shall we?