Let me start off by saying that I have always been a pretty active girl. As a kid, I was in a million and one activities, sometimes even all at once. This obviously slowed down once I graduated from high school in 2005, but I still kept up some sort of effort to visit the gym more than once a year. I hate to admit this, but looking back, 2012 seems to be the year "I let myself go." Now I didn't go and gain 50 lbs or start wearing mom jeans or anything crazy like that, but I can honestly say, I didn't really give two shits about the junk I shoveled in my mouth. I also didn't think twice about the lame excuses I always seemed to have for not exercising. There was a reason for this, though (here I go again with the excuses...)
At some point in 2011, I decided that after 24 years of being a non-runner, I was suddenly going to become a runner. Not just a run-for-fun kinda girl, I was going to be a marathon running girl. Who the eff does that?!? I have no idea where the hell that idea came from or why it stuck, but it did. That's one thing about me, I am ridiculously competitive with myself and if I say I am going to do something, it gets done. So I started down the path of becoming a runner. I got fancy running shoes and other gear, started eating disgusting GU to get through my runs, and quickly learned (the hard way) just how important Body Glide was. To keep my sanity, I read the hilarious book below.
The problem with hardcore races, is not the race itself, but the training. I began to absolutely DREAD the weekends because come Sunday, instead of drinking beer and watching football, I was pounding the pavement on my long run. That got real old after 5 months. I would have rather scratched my eyeballs out than complete that last 23 mile training run, but I said I was going to do it, so it got done. During this training period, I truly began to resent exercise. The marathon itself was a roller coaster of emotions and was by far my biggest physical accomplishment to date. Unfortunately once it was over, I suddenly didn't have a commitment to exercise. So I didn't.
And here I am, a year later, a good ten pounds heavier, totally sick and tired of being a lazy Here's to getting in shape again and cutting HOURS off my marathon PR in 2013!