I was once an avid runner. I didn't train for marathons or road races. I simply ran because I enjoyed it and it felt good. Some may have called me obsessed...it was rare I missed a day. Then somehow, things began to change. I do blame Mitch a bit for this. Up until our wedding I stuck fairly closely to my running regimen. There were those days here and there (icy roads, trips to other countries, lightening storms) that I missed but most mornings you could find me outside, hitting the pavement. Then, change ensued:
Honeymoon.
(Who wants to run when you can sleep in, gorge yourself on a gourmet breakfast and then lounge at the pool?)
Strange man "following" me in the neighborhood.
(I swear he was following me.)
Pneumonia.
(Constant coughing and lungs filled with fluid can make running difficult.)
Then, VICTORY! We got a treadmill and I could bring my running inside. I did very well the fall/winter/spring/summer of 2007/2008. Well done, Nicole.
But, something has happened since then. It started with me taking one day off a week. That has to be good for the body, right? Well, one day turned into two, which turned into three, and then slowly, I was
not running more days then I
was running. How did this happen? I blame a warm bed and the need for extra sleep. It is bad.
Enough is enough. I need to lace up my shoes and get back on that treadmill. Several reasons are pushing me out of bed. One, I haven't been feeling well lately. I've been tired, I've had headaches...I think I
need physical activity. Second, Mitch and I will be on the sandy beaches of Mexico in 51 days. 51 days!!!! I know no one will give a care about me but I want to feel somewhat okay with myself as my white pasty body meets sun.
So, the quest is on. The quest to run again. And since I've blogged about it you better believe I will be up with my 5:15 alarm tomorrow morning to lace up my shoes and hit that treadmill. Stayed tuned for my success
(hopefully not miserable failure).