Last year, I did this great thing: I started exercising on a regular basis, and it felt good. I made good progress, and even finished a 5K (I walked most of it, but I finished, and by the time I got to that point, I was pretty happy with that outcome).
But I was struggling with plantar fasciitis and shin splints, and I let the winter blahs get the better of me, and I pretty much quit doing anything.
So here I am, starting over. I am not upset with myself, there’s not really any point. I think the important thing is that I am moving again, and you know what? I’m not as bad off as I was worried I was going to be. Oh sure, I’ve gained back the weight I had lost last summer (and it brought a few of its friends along for the ride), but the actual workouts? It feels good to be moving, and already I am back to 10 pushups and 15 situps (even if my pushups are pathetic). We’ve also had a pretty active summer, with the sanding and the moving of boxes and everything else involved with Mom’s new house, so even though I’m sore all of the time, it’s a GOOD sore.
One thing I’m doing is tracking my workouts on Daily Mile. I’ve added a widget on my sidebar that shows my latest workout. (I could have picked one that showed how many donuts I’ve earned (based on the number of calories I’ve supposedly burned). For the record: I’ve now earned 20 donuts. Or 7 cheeseburgers).
I’m working on the treadmill, using a plan to get me running called Couch 2 5K. You start off slowing, alternating running with walking, gradually increasing the amount of running you do. (And I’m trying really hard to be careful about not having a repeat of the shin splint episodes from last year).
As I’m torturing myself, I keep asking myself, why? Why do I want to be able to run? I could do all of this work on the elliptical, which is low impact, but gets my heart pumping, and my competitive little soul finds it pretty satisfying to see the miles add up on that thing.
My main goal is to be healthier. To set a better example for the boys.
But I should be completely honest. I want to be able to run so that in the coming zombie apocalypse, I’m not the slowest piece of meat running away from the zombie horde.