*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. Mostly seriously.
On Thanksgiving day, I did something I’ve been wanting to do for the past 10 years. No, I didn’t eat a whole turkey in one sitting (although it was close), I actually signed up for the Indy Mini Marathon this coming spring. Like, paid an entry fee, calculated my projected per mile time so I know where to line up, and requested a commemorative tee-shirt in my size.
I’ve contemplated running this race for over a decade – but something has always kept me back. Pregnancy, postpartum nursing boobs (do not mess, seriously), the wicked Indiana winter and her icy sidewalks – I’ve always justified not running it.
Bit I’ve literally run out of excuses. And it’s really something I want to do while living in Indianapolis.
And I have a smokin’ amazing treadmill in my basement.
So I’m “training”, and by “training” I mean running just a short distance on the treadmill (40 minutes or 3 miles, whatever comes first) every couple of days during Paul’s naptime.
Not gonna lie, it’s been really hard to find the time. Between keeping up with taking care of the kids, work stuff, holiday stuff, stuff my face stuff – finding time to work out has been tricky.
(personal trainer boy is not happy with the sweaty selfie session)
And I’m not a morning person. Nor a night person. I’m a person that likes to exercise at a normal time of the day, like 2:30pm.
But I’m squeezing in time, even if that means I’m running to Yo Gabba Gabba episodes playing in the background. And every so often, running a ridiculous 5k to stay motivated.
A few weeks ago, it was The Ugly Sweater Run. If ever there was a run custom designed for me, this one would be it.
I mean really…
It was a crazy freezing Sunday morning – and over 100 layers of clothes I chose this very festive sweater of ugly sweaters as my costume of choice. This sweater will never see the likes of my shop. It’s part of my personal collection. Yes I really do have an ugly sweater personal collection.
I had thought I’d seen a few ugly sweaters in my day – but there’s something absolutely thrilling about seeing thousands of them in one gigantic corral of freezing runners.
And we were winners! Nothing says “I’m an athlete” like double fisting some hard cider at the finish line. Because if drinking beers at the end of the finish line is wrong, I don’t want to be right.
There’s four and a half months between now and the big 13.1. Clearly at some point I’m going to have to take a more serious approach to “training”, but for now I’m just focusing on moving forward – one step in front of the other.
And I’m switching to water soonish. Promise.