I have always HATED running, like A LOT. I played soccer when I was young and the worst part of it was the runnnnnnning. I was never very good at sticking to a workout routine, mostly because I didn't feel like I knew what I was doing. I was one of those girls walking around the gym trying to figure out how to use the machines. So not fun or motivating! Before I got married I joined a new gym and got a trainer, who was great {I lost almost 50 pounds!} but after getting pregnant and not working anymore {good bye trainer!} I was B.O.R.E.D sitting home everyday. So I ate, I was after all eating for 2! {unfortunately Madison didn't eat her half of the food} Blah, blah, blah y'all know the story.
So anyways back to my running story. After I was given the OK to workout {6 weeks after birth} I went to the gym. I did a little walking and a few classes {I do love a good step class!} but I was not really into it. One day at the park a new mom came and she told me about this bootcamp that was going on out by me. She invited me to come and I said I would, but I was scared. I didn't know ANY of these women and I was in the worst shape of my life. Bootcamp just SOUNDS scary so I wasn't sure if I would actually follow through with it. So the next night I just decided to do it, I mean what's the worst that can happen?? {possibly peeing in my pants, ha! I did just give birth!} So I went and it was rough, like I wanted to die or cry or just fall on the ground panting, but I made it. Everyone was in better shape than me and I was very self conscience doing some of the moves {the dreaded jumping jacks!} Plus I was the slowest runner, but I always finished and never quit {I actually think it's more embarrassing to quit}
When I went home that night I felt AWESOME! I felt like if I made it through that then what couldn't I do? So I went night after night, never missing a class. Then the stronger I got, I would add in the gym on the other days. One night the instructor {Shout out to Heidi if she's reading this!} had us run a big lap around the school, I think it was like a little over a mile. I was the last to finish, but I had made it and it felt so good! After that I would get there early and run that lap by myself, slowly I added length to my runs. Could it be that I was running for fun?
2 weeks ago I decided to push myself and ran a total of 6 miles. I couldn't believe it! The next week I did 7. I wanted to die, but felt great! I had set a goal for myself of running the entire way around White Rock Lake, but I was scared {mostly of pooping out and being stuck on the other side of the lake!} Just so happened that it was 74 degrees in Dallas today, probably the last warm day for a long time, so I said what the heck, LETS DO IT!
AND I DID!!! 9.3 miles! It took me close to 2 hours, which is like a 12 minute mile, but I don't care. I did it and I wasn't face planted on the ground :) I guess you could say I'm a runner now!
{sneak peek time}
Are you guys dying to see my hutch? I'm so IN FREAKING LOVE with this thing :) I only have the bottom {mostly} finished, moved it inside to make room in the garage to tackle the top.
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these beautiful pulls were on sale at Anthropologie {good thing otherwise I would have passed!} |
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I'm loving the blue, it's going somewhere on the top too!
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So big! In Daddy's shoes! |
Ok back to painting for me! Happy Wednesday y'all! Ohhh, my Christmas pics should be here tomorrow, so excited to see share them with everyone :)