Here’s the thing, I’m not good with rules and I am not good with goals. Inevitably I eat more when I impose a diet (I know, I know. I am not saying I need to diet, just proving a point). If I say NO donuts, then automatically I want to eat every donut I can see, and my self-will puddles into a pool of failure. So, nonetheless, I hesitate to make rules upon myself. I perform better when I am unrestricted. Which is fine, except for one small detail, I don’t really get the fulfillment of working for something, the taste of satisfaction, the triumph of achievement. Think Chariots of Fire meets Rocky. You get my drift.
I partially blame it on my work, high blood pressure! heart attack! congestive heart failure! No thanks! Or maybe it’s my not-so-far-away-3-0, but my desire to get in shape has been mounting the last 6 months. The problem is, errr was, I didn’t really trust myself. I want my words to be meaningful, enacted, but I have never been one of those people. I am an endless optimist, always hoping for the best, I’ll get to that someday, I think. Only, someday never came.
So, on 2.24.10 I actually did it. I put on my awesome-clunky-with-the-arch-support running shoes and started. Just like that. No fit of tears or half assed plans. And just like Forest Gump, I haven’t stopped. And you know what, I am pretty damn proud of myself. I’m not writing this so you can say, “wow look how great you are!” More just to say, I did something that was REALLY hard to do, and it feels really good (except when it physically feels like my legs are falling off, that tends to feel incredibly painful).
So if you want proof just come watch me run Bloomsday or the Windermere Half Marathon and you can see my jiggly butt in action. Real hot.
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i love you…you inspire me. Maybe one day I will stop accepting the fact that I have a big butt and do something about it!
Proud of you Kat. I want to be like you when I grow up:)
Uh mark, you can do like 40 pull ups. You win.
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