I had this week off work and set myself a personal goal to run every day. And I did. Just over two miles each day. And for those of you whose mind works like my 12 year old step son, I ran the whole two miles. No walking. Some dancing but definitely no walking.
All of which gives me great pleasure to say I ran over 10 miles this week. This is a small miracle.
Let me explain.
I was the girl at school who did whatever I could to get out of PE. And when I did actually do some sort of organised physical activity I hated every second of it.
I was with the girls who chewed gum and smoked. Or hid out in the toilets or library just to avoid PE.
What’s more I’ve never been the slimmest girl in the class. My weight goes up and down. The up part seems to happen more these days. So I started seeing a personal trainer just over two years ago.
I ride my bike to and from work in the summer and would walk home from work in the winter but I was doing less of the walking and realised I needed to move somehow.
That’s where Lindsay Hamel came in.
I started seeing her three times a week but in August I sprained my ankle (not from running) and went down to only twice a week. Budget-wise it’s actually more manageable so I never switched back to three sessions.
Working in front of a computer all day, everyday means I really need those workout sessions. I’m a bit of a homebody too. I’m not that wild drinking, dancing, socialising girl I once was. It takes a LOT to get me out of the house.
Over the Christmas holidays I didn’t see Lindsay for two weeks and promised to run twice a week instead. I managed it the first week but only went once the second week.
You could say I have a bit of a problem with stick-to-it-ness when it comes to working out. I know, I know. A lot of folks do. But it really takes something major to make me get off my butt and voluntarily work out.
Which is why running 10 miles this week is a minor miracle.
Nobody made me do it.
Lindsay didn’t even suggest it. I’m sure she was skeptical when I told her I planned to do it.
Still, everyday I found myself walking to the gym (I don’t drive). I think I surprised myself that I was actually going through with it.
My last run today was the best of the week.
Maybe, finally, this workout-challenged girl is beginning to have a change of mind about exercising? Or not. Let’s not get carried away here.