About a week before my first half marathon, I was hired at a pharmaceutical corporation in Omaha. I was high on life, I was in full training mode AND I finally found full time work. I strongly felt that being somewhat 'fit' had helped my confidence level and helped me to find a decent job. I then completed my first half on April 14, and started fresh and eager at my new job on April 30 at 8:00 am. I even ran three miles that night. I was determined to not be *that* person who said they couldn't work AND work out.
I ran again, two weeks later...three miles. I really was becoming *that* person of excuses, reasons to not run, not put my health first, not put my love of running before my new-found love of working. I ran again two weeks later. My eating habits were also slipping, however, I always stayed 'on-track' with my food, especially during work hours. I never went out to eat one time. I guess I thought if I didn't eat out for lunch, that was a victory of some sorts. I think I was trying to pat myself on the back, somewhere.
I also desperately needed new running shoes. Yet, another excuse.
What was happening to me?
Yes, I've re-gained some weight. Seven pounds. <now entering.... accountability >
Twenty four hours in a day...and I couldn't spare 45-60 minutes for a run or work out? It was time to set some goals (which I need), buckle up and get back on that horse.
I got new running shoes.
I saved my half-marathon running plan on my phone and desktop.
I went here get my butt in gear and stop being lame and full of excuses and utter laziness - found my half and will register this week.
I did a short run today to get a feel for my new Mizuno's ....I started running, then cried. I think running missed me as much as I've missed running. I kept running....
I realized that running is a part of me being me. I love the structure of a training plan. I need goals to keep me going and striving for more. I love being proud of myself. I love feeling great. I love feeling fit.
I love to run. I'm back and determined to be better than ever.
p.s. I really love my job. So far.