New Jewish year that is. Welcome to 5772!
So I decided to redo (again) my blog, which has been the home of my ramblings since I left college 3 years ago. This time, inspired by MegaNerdRuns and the many cool fitbloggers I found through her blog, we're talking about fitness. Seeing Megan post her weekly fitness goals for the world to see has made me want to do the same.
So about me... I am at the precipice that comes at the end of being a newbie. Where you can jump off, dive into that world of fit, motivated people who exercise before dawn and train for marathons. Or you can do what I've done before... give up, go home, lie back down on the couch.
In fall 2006 I was a college Junior. I was overweight and underhappy. I was scared. See I was studying to be an aerospace engineer but the job market looked grim (now it looks remarkably peppy by comparison to 2011) and I decided on a backup plan. I could fly jets for the Navy. Of course I would have to lose 40 pounds, learn to run 3 miles, do some pushups, but other than that it was an excellent backup plan. So I went to the gym, and I ran around the track until I couldn't anymore. Then I did it again and again. By winter break I had reached what has become my new normal weight, 150 (down from almost 190). By the end of summer I was biking 2 miles to the gym, walk/running a few miles around the track, doing weights and situps, and biking home. Also I was killing it on weight watchers and down to my all-time adult low of 130 pounds.
Then I went on a cruise and the diet went out the window. Then my busy senior year started and the exercise started to go out the window. Work, school, senior design, a new boyfriend, the job hunt... it was too much to "fit in" exercise. By the end of senior year I was no longer exercising regularly. Luckily I did find a job (a really awesome one, but we'll tell that story later) so the ruined Navy plan was not needed.
This pattern repeated several more times. The time I started up C25k in May, right before the weather got unbearable and outside was not a place I wanted to be. The time I tried to run a 5k with some coworkers; but it was in February, and one does not exercise over the winter holidays because there's too much eating and relaxing to do. We were all woefully underprepared. Or at the end of that race (in 2009) when we pledged to come back the next year and beat our previous time. Yeah that never happened.
Well this time is different. I think. Why? Plantar fasciitis. Working out is like that weird guy who has a crush on you in high school- you don't like him, you don't want to be his gf, but he's always there if you need a prom date at the last minute or something. Running was like that for me- I could use it, abuse it, and leave it, whenever I wanted. Until the day that, after a run, my left foot was in extreme pain. I couldn't really walk, let alone run. Concerned it was something serious, I immediately put the nix on all unnecessary walking, and all running. I started to wonder what would happen if it was serious... maybe I would never run again! To finish the analogy, suddenly the guy I thought would always be there for me was done waiting in the wings, he had found another girl!
A visit to the podiatrist got me pills, athletic tape on my arch, the order to buy better work shoes (no more ballet flats allowed)... and to only run if it didn't hurt. Which, of course, it did.
But now I have more determination. Not just to run but to exercise in general. Since the moratorium on running (which is now slowly being lifted), I've started biking, walking, trying harder at yoga... This time I'm not turning back. I'm jumping in.