*Remember last Sunday when I told you we’d be talking a bit-o-fitness here on the weekends? Well it’s the weekend, so here it goes!*
When it comes to exercising, I get motivated and inspired by watching others. So when I heard the Monumental Marathon course would be going through our neighborhood this weekend – I knew I wanted to take the kids out to cheer on the runners. The race started at 8:00am – and our neighborhood was at the 6 mile mark. The goal was to be out of the house and cheering on the sidewalk by 9am.
When we finally got to our spot, the caliber of runners racing by were what I would consider fairly hard core. Not the crazy super-human medal winners – but definitely the “I mean business and I’m interested in more than just crossing the finish line” type athletes.
The music was blaring, coffee and doughnuts were aplenty – and someone gave baby Paul a cow bell.
A baby with a cowbell first thing on a Saturday morning. Yeah, it was all good (and loud) in our hood.
Every single runner on the street was running either 13 or 26 miles which to me is just mind boggling – considering I don’t really even like to drive that far in my car.
But you know what got me the most? Watching a 91 year old man named Mike run the (half, 13.1 mile) marathon. Mike’s story is so dang amazing, but the part I love the most was the reason he got into running in the first place. Mike’s wife died and left him with 3 small kids when he was 36 years old. And instead of coming home from work and relieving stress with a martini or two, he came home and ran. He found a healthy way to relieve stress and anxiety while raising little kids.
Mike – you motivate and inspire me so much more than any other person running the race. Because stress, anxiety, depression? I have them, I feel them. Especially moving into the colder (darker) winter months. And turning to unhealthy coping mechanisms when dealing with demons is so much easier than exercising – for me at least.
But fitting running into my busy schedule has proven to be a super toughie.
I’ve had my smooth treadmill now for 2 weeks – and well, I’m using it but not as much as I want. This week? I ran a measly 6 miles. Three on Wednesday, three on Friday. Could have been worse, but could have been so much better.
This coming week, I’m challenging myself to fit in 10 miles. One step in front of the other – and if I 91 year old can run 13 miles in one morning, surely I can run 10 over the course of 7 days…
*I’m working with the fine folks over at Smooth Fitness to document my fitness journey. They’ve provide the equipment – the sweat, tears and opinions are all mine.