Like, seriously I never ever would have classified myself in that column. I mean, never. I have always hated running or getting sweaty for that matter. It wasn't until after I had my 2nd child that I joined a gym for the first time and actually started taking fitness classes. I don't do the boring treadmill or weight lifting, but I do enjoy the fitness classes at the gym.
Recently, my friend and I started walking a few nights a week, just around our neighborhood. We circle around 3 times and that totals about 2 miles. Not too shabby. The other night, while on my way to start our walk, I decided to pick up the pace to see how long I could actually run before I was ready to never do it again. And, much to my surprise, it felt good. I didn't want to stop. So weird.
I feel motivated and I really don't know why. I want to see how far I can go. I want to push myself.
Since having 3 kids let's just say that the muscles "down there" aren't like they used to be. One swift move could be enough for me to wet my pants so I have to be careful with running...that could get embarrassing!
I will see where this takes me. I wanted to document this because who knows where I will be in a year. Maybe this is just a phase and it will fizzle out, or maybe this is something that I will enjoy.
Only time will tell, I guess.
