I didn’t have the most Sensational Sunday ever but I it doesn’t matter because I started it with this 6 mile run!
Yes you read that correctly.. 6 MILES! I can hardly believe it myself. The first and last time I ran 6 miles was during the Baltimore marathon in October. It was awesome then and I have to admit even without the crowds and event it was awesome today.
I learned a few things about myself this morning. Your mind tends to wonder when you run for an hour straight. :~)
- I really do enjoy the run and I’ve come a long way since that first attempt at 3 miles on the treadmill.
- I need to run out and back. Translation: laps don’t work for me. I need to find a stretch of road where I can run out a certain distance then turn around and run back. It’s a mental game and I find having a turn around point is invaluable to any run over 3 miles.
- The first mile is always the hardest for me, the last the easiest.
- Running in the morning is more fun then I thought. It puts me in a good mood all day.
- The more I run the more confident I get.
- I think I may actually be an athlete.
WHOA… hold the phone. Stop the presses. Hit the breaks.
Did I just say that. Oh my God I think I did. But it’s true. I find that I’m looking for excuses to go to the gym instead of skip it. I’m looking forward to the running events I have lined up and I’m actually trying to schedule more! Not too mention I’m completely obsessed with lifting weights and working out with the trainer.
You might be reading and wondering why this is such a big deal to me. Honestly, I’m not sure. I guess it’s because sometime around the age of 13 I convinced myself I was the opposite of an athlete. And those thoughts were validated as I failed to make the softball team in High School. I looked at gym class as a joke. I played no competitive sports ever (besides billiards, poker and darts – not too active huh?) After High School I tried to be the active college student but in all honestly I was just lazy. It probably was an aftereffect of all the partying and the alcohol I was consuming. Not too mention the routine 2,000 calories I routinely ate at 2AM. I mean really, I was so lazy I’d drive to class and I only lived a few blocks from campus. Funny, looking back it makes sense why I consistently gained weight year after year. It’s not rocket science afterall.
*slapping forehead* WHY did it take me so long to find my inner athlete? Oh yea.. that’s right. I was worried that I looked to fat in workout clothes. Seriously, it all stems from me being ashamed of my body. That’s why I stopped swimming as a teenager (I always enjoyed swimming), a bathing suit terrified me. For God’s sake I even went years without putting on a pair of shorts. EVEN when I worked an entire summer in Florida! (yeah.. it was hot in my mens 36 inch waist jeans – sad that i remember that, isn’t it?)
So it may seem like a trivial, insignificant little word but referring to myself as an athlete is a HUGE milestone for me.
I guess that does make this a pretty Sensational Sunday after all, doesn’t it?. :)
|tropical pineapple core smoothie after my run!||2|
|leftovers from taco night with some carrot and pepper strips – estimate||6|
|HUGE bowl of pinto bean soup||6|
|whole wheat spaghetti w/ homemade sauce and turkey meatballs (too much-feel stuffed)||12|
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