So, yet another Valentine's Day goes by without a special someone to spend it with. Granted, I'll take these circumstances far beyond the circumstances of last year! On the bright side Colby finally figured out how to call our house phone, since my cell reception here is so terrible, and we had a nice, albeit brief conversation.
This morning was the first day of Angela's Running Challenge (Volume 9,654)--the main challenge being to drag myself out of bed and get myself onto a running track. Once I'm there it's easy (well, easy is of course a relative term... it's easier than, say, killing a roach), but getting myself in the mindset to work out is nearly impossible. It's easier for me when I have a workout buddy of some kind, but my requirements are that they be in at least as terrible shape as I am, and hate working out just as much, so my sister is really the perfect partner. It's going to be a sad day when I leave here and have to find someone new to motivate me.
It's funny though, the running program we're doing is geared to the completely out of shape, it starts you off very slowly (Which is fabulous since I haven't run regularly since, um, June--doesn't that give you faith in your armed forces? I always just figured that if I were ever in a life or death situation and someone was shooting at me, I wasn't going to be able to outrun a bullet, no matter how quickly I ran a mile and a half. I'm just being realistic here!) and after a little over two months you're supposed to be able to run a 5K without stopping. So, I've done this program numerous times since I seem to follow a pattern of enjoying running for about 6 months and then hating it with a passion for about a year, and having run off and on for years I have a pace that I'm comfortable starting out at and I know I'll be able to build up to a steady run without stopping.
But running with my sister is like running with Bambi after he just heard the hunters' shot in the forest. We start running and before I know it she's light years ahead of me, and I'm hollering at her about finding her pace and not wearing herself out in the first 5 minutes. We did finally make it the full 30 minutes, and aside from the bone-numbing wind and the stabby feeling in our ears, it wasn't nearly as bad as I'd expected. I'm tired right now, but I know eventually I'll work up to a point where this gives me energy rather than sapping it out of me, and mostly I just want to stop bulging ever so slightly at the top of my jeans. I can accept a lot of things about my body changing as I mover farther and farther away from 16, but one thing I will never accept is the muffin top.
So, I was inspired for my next article at Wise Bread, about getting fit without shelling out tons of dough. I think there's a lot of good information in it including the 5K running program I use as well as how to's for my favorite calisthenics and hand weight exercises.
(And I promise at some point I'll stop linking to my articles in my posts here, but I'm still not sick of pimping myself out, so you'll probably just have to live with it for a little while longer.)