If the journey of a thousand miles truly begins with a single step, then perhaps the journey of three miles begins with 3/4 of a mile. At least that's what I'm hoping, since that's how far I made it this morning before I thought my lung was going to collapse.
I've always wanted to run a 5K. Jen and I had plans to run one in Fayetteville in April, but since there was a lack of exercise coupled with the addition of poundage at that time, I didn't do it.
She's running one in Springdale this month, so I'm going to, too. Oh yeah, I have only 17 days to work up to three miles, but I am determined to finish, even if I have to walk the whole thing.
Keep in mind that a mere 8 days ago I consumed an entire bag of Oreos, 14 diet cokes, and the only exercise I got was waddling from my bed to the couch. I haven't had a carbonated beverage in over a week (can't say that about caffeine anymore, but small steps). I actually set my alarm and got up and spent 30 minutes on the treadmill this morning, including a 3/4 mile spurt of running. I've already had 80 ounces of water today. So even if I don't lose a pound, at least I'm on my way to being healthier. And maybe my jeans will fit.
2 comments:
Can't wait! We'll be so glad we did this :)
Channel those 5 am runs, Lori. You can do it! I am going (I say this now) to a cardio fusion class at 6 tomorrow morning. We'll see if I can be as committed as you!
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