I hate running. Hate it. Never understood why people enjoy it. Seriously.
Then again, I don't really enjoy exercise, which explains why I have been overweight most of my life. But thanks to a lot of exercise, five years ago I was in incredible shape. I was at my perfect weight. Life (and a baby) has piled on about 50 pounds. I'm not sure how much I weigh right now, but I know I am in the worse shape of my life. I have a zillion and one reasons for it, but honestly, I don't feel very good and that's all that matters.
So I have made a goal. And I hope I can stick to it. This isn't a do-or-die goal for me. Just a goal I hope I can achieve. I want to run next year's Detroit Free Press marathon. The whole thing. One year to get into shape. One year to train. One year to become a runner. After reading stories about this year's runner who have lost weight, had babies, etc., I thought: me too. So, me too!
First, I need to lose 10-15 pounds (not that I plan to buy a scale) so I can move a little easier. That'll be a mix of eating well and low-impact exercising. I'm not sure how the winter months will go--hopefully a hand-me-down treadmill is in my future. To be honest, I'm not sure how any of this is going to go. But I need to try. If I walk 26 miles, so be it. If I run half of it, so be it. If I don't do it, so be it.
So, here's goes nothing ... or something.
