I am a person that really does enjoy working out. Gosh, I feel so much better when I have a consistent routine of physical activity. Whether it is running, walking, or biking. When I was in junior high and high school I ran track so that is pretty much the type of exercise I resort to. Running is really one of those things that you love or hate and I happen to love it. I want to consider myself a runner again. There is nothing like lacing up my running shoes, putting on my favorite Nike hat, and setting my watch to calculate my time.
Why is getting started again so hard though? I am dreading that part. Several years ago I trained for a marathon and at one point I could run 20 miles. 20 miles. I can't even run 3 now. I will be out of breath, I will have several days of aching muscles, and what I am looking forward to most of all is feeling all the untoned "muscle" jiggle. ugghh... sigh.
I suppose with warm days just around the corner and knowing that I will be spending time at the pool is what is spurring me on. Swimsuit shopping.... ugghhh.... I wonder how many times I can say that in this post. Are you sensing my depth of dread? I need the motivation though. And I suppose that I am hoping that there is some sort of accountability once you type the words on a blog.
I have decided to start working out again today. It's Monday. A new, fresh beginning. Time to make running or walking a part of my daily routine. Time to be watching more closely what I am eating and making wiser choices. Unfortunately that means giving up these...
Oh, how I love these peanut butter eggs. Pure deliciousness. I suppose that if I am really good about my exercise routine, one of these little bits of chocolate heaven wouldn't hurt. And they do only come out once a year. I have to justify it somehow.
Now off to this...