*Over the next few months I’ll be blogging about my fitness journey thanks to my ambassadorship with Smooth Fitness. While these posts are sponsored and I received a super sweet treadmill in exchange for my story, I’m taking this opportunity to get in shape extremely seriously.
Ok, mostly seriously…
So like any new addition to the family – we’re going through a little get to know ya transition time with Miss Hillie Millie (that’s her name right now, but I’m still taking suggestions). At first, when I saw the epic huge box of treadmill sitting in my garage after the truck unloaded her, a pit formed in my stomach because I was confident there was no way a treadmill of this size would ever fit into our basement.
But with a little grunt work form the husband relocating the piano to a different wall and find a new spot to house Gage’s Lego table and eleventybillion Lego pieces – she found her perfect home. Against the wall, facing the TV. Because treadmills and TV go together like peas and carrots, right?
And then there has been the adjustment to my schedule. Before Miss Hillie Millie came to live with us, the boys and I were in a pretty decent routine of hitting up the gym a couple times a week in the morning, and then coming home for lunch and naps in the afternoon. And while I still go to the gym at least once a week for a core and strength class, I now also incorporate running on Hillie Millie in the afternoon.
Afternoons around 1pm (or super early mornings, but I’m not *there* yet) works best for running because Paul is sleeping and I’ve done a pretty good instilling the fear of the moving tread in Gage.
ME: “Gage, back up, momma’s running on the treadmill and you’re getting too close”.
HIM: “But you’re not running, you’re walking.”
*badum bum chh*
Thanks son for your brutal honesty reminding momma that her workouts currently include a fair amount of walking.
But as Michael reminded me earlier this week, three miles walked/run is better than an hour sat on the couch. And if I stay consistent with the run/walk, at some point the run/walk will turn to run/run – and even if it doesn’t, as long as I’m active it’s a literal step in the right direction.
He’s a smart man.
Next week Sunday I’ll be run/walking the Ugly Sweater 5K Run here in Indianapolis. Watering stations will be swapped out for shots of hot chocolate, and at the end of the race we’ll cheers with a mug of hard cider while wearing our fake ‘staches and super ugly sweaters.
5k’s with a sense of humor. This is why I run at home in my basement. So I’m in shape enough to participate in ridiculous events with friends and family. Well, that and maybe I do want to secretly drop a pant size, but that’s for another post (coming soon!)…