Tuesday, March 25, 2014
I hadn't been to the gym in months--maybe five?--and I could give you every excuse under the sun for that. Some of those excuses are legitimate even, but still, they're just excuses.
Hannah started a running program tonight, with the end goal of doing a 5K. She's really excited about it, and I want to be supportive of her efforts. One way to do that is by getting myself moving again too. This morning, I walked that 5K, just over 3.1 miles. It took me an hour. I don't know how to run, and the thought of it actually scares me when I think about my back and possibly injuring myself, so today I walked.
It's hard to not get bogged down by the difficulties of both the time it takes to go to the gym and the timing of it, blood sugar and insulin, gym-goer dynamics, how to work the machines, my insecurities about how I look while working out. There is so much I dislike about all this.
But today I walked 3.17 miles. It's something.