Well, I have been planning this for about a week now. I’ve been psyching myself up for it, envisioning it, even dreaming about it. Today it happened.
And I must say, I am very proud that it did!
I told nobody what my plans were until yesterday…until I was sure my heart was in it. I guess I didn’t want to wind up with the inevitable announce-fail-shame cycle that usually happens when I declare that I am finally going to do something for myself.
Today, I regained a bit of dignity and self-empowerment. I went running.
Now before anyone signs me up for the Boston Marathon, please do not mistake my little triumph as anything more than just that: my LITTLE triumph. I only ran for a little under a mile, didn’t actually RUN the whole way, and pretty much sounded like The Little Engine that Shouldn’t. pant wheeze WHEEZE cough pant pant… You get the point. A 38-and-a-half-year-old, grossly overweight, potential heart-attack victim is NOT a pretty sight at 6 a.m. BUT, there had to be a start somewhere.
Not sure where this is going to lead, if anywhere. But for ONCE in a very long time, I did something that I told myself I was going to do. I hauled my roundy self OUT OF BED. EARLY. ON A MONDAY before work, and went out and EXERCISED. ME? Wow. Congratulations and happy dance, Self. That’s the first tiny step on a very long journey!
Will I post about this again? Yep. Do I plan on making a habit of it? Gonna try. Will there be whining and disappointment? You betcha! But as long as I get back on there and try when I fail, that’s the important thing, right?