Towards the end of summer I started on my workout journey. 30 days into it I realized that getting (back) in shape is hard work and at the 90 day mark, I am still at it. Yes, it is true that a big part of my motivation comes in the form of my personal trainer who is up and waiting for me at the gym at 5 a.m. 2-3 mornings a week but what's also true is that part of the motivation is starting to come from me.
I have always had a love-hate relationship with exercise. Now, it's 90 days into it and I finally reached the point where I can stop atoning for past sins and kicking myself for letting myself fall out of shape. I can start looking forward.
I am stronger, healthier and confident that I can do this. I've lost 10 pounds and 5% body fat and I ran a Jingle Bell 5K yesterday. My time was 30:18. It was not what I had hoped for (my last year's time less than 30 minutes) but better than I had expected. Can I chalk the time lag up to the 18 degree and slightly windy morning?
A half-marathon is still in the game plan (shins don't fail me again) and I'm taking it one step at a time. See how those puns just slip off the tips of my fingers?
I have a renewed appreciation for commitment to goals, I look forward to Fage yogurt and blueberry Fruit Naturals, and I have my daughter asking to run with me.
What more can I girl ask for?
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