August 29, 2015
Today I travelled 2.5 miles in 35 minutes. I jogged for a total of 25 minutes and walked the other 10. This would put me on track to run the 5K next weekend in about 43 minutes. I’d love to shave 3 minutes off that. Of course, I’d also love new running shoes, stronger legs, and a slimmer waist. I don’t think much is going to change in the next 7 days. I am starting to get both nervous and excited.
We used to live in VA beach, so it’s kind of like going home. We lived there early in our marriage, so we’ll be going back to one of our favorite date night spots. I’m excited to smell the salt air again, see how they’ve renovated Lynnhaven Mall, and be back on the boardwalk. I’m nervous about the 5K, but not in the way I expected. I expected to be all worked up and embarrassed about attempting to run a 5K while fat. Luckily for me, I had the good fortune to encounter numerous runners who have made nothing but supportive and encouraging comments. The logistics of the event still make me nervous. I’m very glad that I will have my husband with me.
After my run, I was sitting on the front porch thinking about a post that I read last night about Married Life. I realized that this journey toward healthy is not something new that just started in July. July merely marked the beginning of a new chapter in a journey that actually began in January of 2011 when my best friend very bluntly suggested that I quit complaining and start changing. This realization also cause me to really look around and see how far I’ve come. This week, I think I’ll type up the whole story (both for my records and your reading pleasure), but for now I’ll just say that my life is good and leave you with my current views: