I'm one of those people who loves New Years Resolutions. I love the idea of starting over or setting goals. There's so much hope in those ideas. It makes me excited, motivated, energized. I'm really good at making grand statements about what I am going to accomplish. Often those statements are health and fitness related. I will work out 5 days a week. I will eat more vegetables. I will wake up early to get my workout in. I will not eat anymore donuts (I love donuts). I'm usually pretty good about doing these things...
For about a week. Then I'm done. The temptation to sleep in, or to eat that cookie in the teacher's lounge will take over and I'm out. The motivation is gone, the excitement and newness has died down and I become that girl who chooses convenience over progress... again.
So this year I'm trying something different. I'm not telling anyone about my goal (other than my husband and one close friend). I'm not posting to social media about it, not joining a group online, not even telling my family.
I am going to run a marathon this year.
There it is... Boom, just like dynamite. The grand statement.
My husband thinks running a marathon is crazy. He likes to remind me that the idea of running a marathon began in ancient Greece when a soldier named Pheidippides ran approximately 25 miles from Marathon, Greece to Athens to announce that the Persians had been defeated. And then he died.
Basically, my husband's point is that the human body is not meant to run such long distances. He's a skeptic.
And to that I say, skeptics be dammed!
So why do I want to run a marathon?
This is the important question, right? Every runner needs their why.
So I guess mine is that I need to prove myself wrong. I need to prove to the girl who often gives up on hard things, that she can do hard things; uncomfortable things.
Having had 2 kids via c-section and never having the chance to try out a natural medication free birth, maybe this is my natural birth moment. This is me saying, yeah, I know it's crazy, but I need to see how it feels.
I need to take this journey. I need to commit. And I'm hoping that if I keep this one to myself and avoid the public statements, that maybe this time it will really happen. Because then I am not doing it for anyone else, not for the "likes" on Instagram or Facebook, but for me.
So here it goes. I've decided to keep this online space as a sort of journal to document my progress and to keep as a reminder that I did this. And seeing as this is only my first post, I better actually do this.
To add on to the difficulties of making this happen, I will need to do all of my training in the morning... like the EARLY morning (as I previously stated, I am not good at the whole waking up thing). With work life and mom life, this is the only time during the week that I can make these short/medium length runs happen.
I am following the Hal Higdon training plan, Novice 1. It has me starting at 3 miles for my short runs and 6 for my long one, which feels doable and not too intimidating.
So, here it goes. My first morning run selfie in the freezing (literally) cold.
For about a week. Then I'm done. The temptation to sleep in, or to eat that cookie in the teacher's lounge will take over and I'm out. The motivation is gone, the excitement and newness has died down and I become that girl who chooses convenience over progress... again.
So this year I'm trying something different. I'm not telling anyone about my goal (other than my husband and one close friend). I'm not posting to social media about it, not joining a group online, not even telling my family.
I am going to run a marathon this year.
There it is... Boom, just like dynamite. The grand statement.
My husband thinks running a marathon is crazy. He likes to remind me that the idea of running a marathon began in ancient Greece when a soldier named Pheidippides ran approximately 25 miles from Marathon, Greece to Athens to announce that the Persians had been defeated. And then he died.
Basically, my husband's point is that the human body is not meant to run such long distances. He's a skeptic.
And to that I say, skeptics be dammed!
So why do I want to run a marathon?
This is the important question, right? Every runner needs their why.
So I guess mine is that I need to prove myself wrong. I need to prove to the girl who often gives up on hard things, that she can do hard things; uncomfortable things.
Having had 2 kids via c-section and never having the chance to try out a natural medication free birth, maybe this is my natural birth moment. This is me saying, yeah, I know it's crazy, but I need to see how it feels.
I need to take this journey. I need to commit. And I'm hoping that if I keep this one to myself and avoid the public statements, that maybe this time it will really happen. Because then I am not doing it for anyone else, not for the "likes" on Instagram or Facebook, but for me.
So here it goes. I've decided to keep this online space as a sort of journal to document my progress and to keep as a reminder that I did this. And seeing as this is only my first post, I better actually do this.
To add on to the difficulties of making this happen, I will need to do all of my training in the morning... like the EARLY morning (as I previously stated, I am not good at the whole waking up thing). With work life and mom life, this is the only time during the week that I can make these short/medium length runs happen.
I am following the Hal Higdon training plan, Novice 1. It has me starting at 3 miles for my short runs and 6 for my long one, which feels doable and not too intimidating.
So, here it goes. My first morning run selfie in the freezing (literally) cold.
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