Let me start off by saying that for the past two weeks, I have been working out solely to try and eliminate the copious amount of chocolate eggs that I accidentally ate. Repeatedly. Every day. But that’s ok right, cause it’s Easter? I wish our bodies got public holidays from calories. It seems only logical and fair to me.
Last Sunday I ran my first 5km fun run in two years. I came last. I’m not speaking metaphorically here, I mean literally the last person to cross the finish line. I was the person who signified to the volunteers that they could open up the roads behind me! How embarrassing!! When I got to the 5km mark, (it was actually a 5.3 km race), I saw my trainer running towards me with a big smile on her face. I burst into tears. Not out of joy and happiness that I finished, but out of horror. I have been training 4-5 times a week for the past month, and struggle to even WALK a 5km. Is there really no one out there slower than me?? Ok, I’m being dramatic. I’m sure that there are others out there like me but they just didn’t get up at 6:15 on a Sunday morning to do a “fun run”. What’s wrong with them! Ha! Mid run I was thinking there must be something wrong with me. That a 5km walk shouldn’t feel this hard. It shouldn’t hurt this much. It shouldn’t take this long. Then I had a thought…. I’m like a 55kg woman carrying 60kg weights for 5 kilometers. Now that’s an accomplishment! The lighter I get, the easier it will be. No matter how much I train right now, if I don’t clean up my eating and lose some weight, walking is ALWAYS going to be a struggle. Talk about one step forward and two steps back – no pun intended.
It has taken me 3 months, exactly, to get used to waking up early to workout. At first I thought it was going to be impossible. I am NOT a morning person. But today, after going to bed after midnight and waking up early to train, I realized that I have finally created a habit! Better late than never right?! Yes, I may have my faithful trainer calling me nonstop until I step into the gym, but it still counts! I don’t have that hold in my brain anymore that tries to convince me that I won’t be able to get through the workout, let alone the day, if I have had under 7 hours sleep. I have so much more energy at night. I actually WANT to go out to see friends, and go to events, because I know that I will still feel energized in the afternoon. It is such a refreshing feeling to not be exhausted at 5pm each day and feel like cooking dinner is a torture sentence.
Next on the agenda, break sugar addiction. And it’s going to be mighty tough with all those shiny and colorful Easter eggs gracing most of the grocery store shelves!