This post has nothing to do with Austen, so if you only read to find out about his antics or see cute pictures of him you might want to skip this post.
This post is strictly about me.
I started running about 5 months ago and I've been having a love/hate relationship with the "hobby" ever since. It is mostly pure torture with a few glimpses of light along the way. I guess it's those glimpses along with the sense of accomplishment I feel when I've done something I never thought I could do that keeps me at it. I'm not really a runner and never have been.
In high school I had to take a whole semester of an extra fitness class because I failed to run the 1.5 miler fast enough. That being said, I have always wanted to run a marathon. Don't ask me why, it's just a bucket list thing I guess.
When I started running 5 months ago I realized that the marathon goal was totally out of the question considering I couldn't even run more than 3 consecutive min without dying, so I decided to make smaller more reasonable goals. (And I had to edit the bucket list.)
The first of which was to run a 5k.
I ran my first on a freezing cold day in May and I was very proud of myself. I ran the entire time and I finished in 33 min. Feeling like a pro, I entered another 5k race the next month and beat my previous time by a minute.
I've taken the last couple months easy in the running department because it's been hot, and Brian's been home and.......well, there are just a few reasons to make yourself run and infinite excuses/reasons not to.
Alright, so the whole reason of this post and all my rambling is I've decided to run a 10k.
I have 8 weeks from today to train.
I'm scared.
But I'm going to do it anyway
AND
I'm going to do it well!!!
My goals are to:
run every step of the 6.2 miles
finish in close to an hour
not die or throw up on anyone
and mostly
just FINISH.
There, now that I've told everyone I can't back out!
Wish me luck!
Now I get to see what I'm made of.
This post is strictly about me.
I started running about 5 months ago and I've been having a love/hate relationship with the "hobby" ever since. It is mostly pure torture with a few glimpses of light along the way. I guess it's those glimpses along with the sense of accomplishment I feel when I've done something I never thought I could do that keeps me at it. I'm not really a runner and never have been.
In high school I had to take a whole semester of an extra fitness class because I failed to run the 1.5 miler fast enough. That being said, I have always wanted to run a marathon. Don't ask me why, it's just a bucket list thing I guess.
When I started running 5 months ago I realized that the marathon goal was totally out of the question considering I couldn't even run more than 3 consecutive min without dying, so I decided to make smaller more reasonable goals. (And I had to edit the bucket list.)
The first of which was to run a 5k.
I ran my first on a freezing cold day in May and I was very proud of myself. I ran the entire time and I finished in 33 min. Feeling like a pro, I entered another 5k race the next month and beat my previous time by a minute.
I've taken the last couple months easy in the running department because it's been hot, and Brian's been home and.......well, there are just a few reasons to make yourself run and infinite excuses/reasons not to.
Alright, so the whole reason of this post and all my rambling is I've decided to run a 10k.
I have 8 weeks from today to train.
I'm scared.
But I'm going to do it anyway
AND
I'm going to do it well!!!
My goals are to:
run every step of the 6.2 miles
finish in close to an hour
not die or throw up on anyone
and mostly
just FINISH.
There, now that I've told everyone I can't back out!
Wish me luck!
Now I get to see what I'm made of.
And don't ask me why I posted super embarrassing stories about my lack of running stamina dating all the way back to forever or why I posted highly unflattering pictures of myself running. I guess I think all blog posts need to come with pictures.I may be reconsidering that....
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