I wanted to start a blog to keep myself in line a little better. Through the last 11 years, I've taken a journey through fitness. I started out skinny-fat. I've competed in figure, bodybuilding, and powerlifting. Now I'm trying to find a happy medium between my fitness and family
My youngest child, turned 16 months today. My husband and I are enjoying the fact that we can adjust our work schedules , so that we haven't had to use daycare.
This however, has changed my training schedule. I need a new goal. I am always at my best, when training, if I have a goal.
Before she was born, I had been at the gym, waiting for the doors to unlock at 5 am. Until this past week, I couldn't get my butt in bed before 11:30 pm. This does not work well when you want to get up at 4:45. Mornings are my best chance for training. Hubby is in bed at home (so I can sneak out) and because daily life ALWAYS gets in the way later in the day.
This was a new week and the sun started shining again! It's been raining for like forever here. I HAVE A NEW GOAL!!!!!
I will run a half marathon at the end of July.
Remember? Accountability. Well if I say it really small, then maybe I won't feel horrible if it doesn't happen.
NO! I WILL SUCCEED.
I am not a runner.
The farthest I've ever ran is: I have no idea.
I could jog for a half an hour a few years ago. I had started jogging, because I had a shoulder injury and needed to take myself away from the weights for awhile. I had always said, "I'll just traing everything that won't hurt my shoulder". This always turned into sneaking something in, to keep the shoulder hurting. For 6 weeks or so, I ran. I went to the gym up to 3 times a day and ran, just to keep myself sane and away from the weights. The shoulder got better and the running stopped. I was soooooo excited to start lifting again. Months later, I said to myself "I should've kept running". I had actually missed it. I liked the 'thinking time' that I had, when I got into a zone. (Mind you, the only way I started finding this 'zone' was while watching Motocross on tv at the gym.) I will find the zone again and need to learn to love it for a lot longer than a half an hour.
OK, I have to go. Mommy duty is calling!