My alarm went off hours too early this morning – at 6:00 am. After a late, but very fun, night with some great friends, the very last thing I felt like doing was getting up for a run. Especially one that involved dealing with large crowds and that required effort to get to Central Park to participate.
It seemed like every excuse in the book was readily at my fingertips…my husband is sick and I’m starting to feel slightly under the weather; my shins were sore – those are just a few. Plus, I was super tired. After debating myself for about 30 minutes, and realizing a decision had to be made, I laced up my shoes and headed to Central Park.
Having just moved to NYC, this was my first race in the city. I was slightly intimidated with the process of finding registration and getting my number and such, but by the time I arrived it went very smoothly and I had about an hour to kill before the start of the race.
Both before and during the race, I was inspired by so many different people. People facing challenges much greater than mine, who had the will and determination to “just keep going” and put one foot in front of the other. In the initial phase of the race, when my legs were feeling like lead and all I wanted to do was stop, these folks kept me going. If they were out here doing this, surely I could too.
The view from the "slowsies" corral at the Run as One 4M in Central Park
I’m still new to running – I’ve only been doing it for about four months, and in those four months I pretty much took almost two months off while I was dealing with our move to NYC. So, for really only two months’ worth of training so far, I was thrilled to make my goal of a 15:00/mile pace over the four mile course. My official time was 1:01:36, but I had pulled off for a minute during the race to adjust my shoes, and RunKeeper had me at just under an hour when I hit the four-mile mark. I realize a one hour four-miler is nothing to write home about; but for me, this was a personal record. After a morning of fighting with myself at every turn, I was so proud of myself for getting out there and pushing through the race.
I started this blog to share my adventures in learning to cook with my friends and family. Today, I have decided to add an additional component to that of sharing my journey to continue to get healthy and fit. I don’t think of myself as being inspirational, but if I can help just one person out there, who can look at me and say “if she can do it, I can do it,” I will be happy.
To start that point, I want to share a few photos to begin to document my journey. This was me, at my heaviest, “trying” to run the inaugural A2A 5k in Ardmore, OK. This was one of the worst “non-tragedy” moments in my life. I wanted to quit, but thankfully my friends made me finish, but it was ugly in all aspects. I felt like I wanted to die after crossing the finish line, and could barely get the energy to even jog across the finish line. This photo was snapped right as I crossed. Seeing this photo was a huge wake-up call. I had no idea I looked that bad; and I felt even worse than I looked. It was time for a change. (sidenote: I cannot believe I am even letting this photo go public!)
Lots of workouts, sweat and soreness later, so far I am down over 65lbs. I feel stronger than I ever have before. Today, after the race, I walked to the Jamba Juice at Columbus Circle and then back home. I looked at my FitBit when I got home, and I had already traveled 9.1 miles today before 11 am! What a change from the “wake-up call” 5K, when I couldn’t even walk to the bleachers for about 10 minutes.
These are photos from a few months ago. Why do I have sunglasses on and only one shoe on? Well, I think I had sunglasses on because my eyes looked terribly tired that day, and the shoe issue? I have no idea…it’s bizarre.
Unfortunately, sometimes life gets in the way of our goals, and the weight loss has slowed down a little the last two months during the move to NYC since I wasn’t working out regularly. But, I’ve still been losing slowly during that time and that in itself has been a victory. And now, I’m back in the game full time.
I still have a long way to go, but I’m going to get there. You have to start somewhere, and just put one foot in front of the other. That’s the plan.