I had a miscarriage in April. The day before my birthday. It was really, really awful, but I'm okay now.
Part
of getting to "okay now" for me was getting back to the gym. I used to
work out somewhat sporadically, then really regularly, then sporadically
again, and then not at all. Lather, rinse, repeat. As a chubby teenager
I took up jogging and long walks to help trim down, then went off to
college and promptly cut that crap out because I was too busy losing my
mind.
Last October I "ran" my first 5k, which is to say
I walked most of it and the 70-something guy who started out behind me
finished in front of me by quite a lot. The moms with their
jogging strollers pretty much kicked my butt, too, since we're being
honest here. But the experience, over all, was pretty awesome. The
energy was intense, everyone was having a good time (I know, right?
Sweating, gasping for air, and still having fun. I wouldn't have believed it either if I wasn't there.)
So
when it came time to mentally recover from everything, I went back to
the gym. It felt good -- the energy there, the endorphins. Endorphins
are some addictive stuff, y'all. Their street value would be huge if it
didn't require exercise to get them. (Actually, I know exactly what the
street value is -- $19.99 a month. Yay for Gold's Gym!) <-- a="" endorsement.="" not="" p="" paid="">
Anyway, for the last month or so I
have been doing a treadmill 5k three times a week, and doing some light
cardio and weights the other two days. (Yes, I go to the gym 5 days a
week. I'd hate me too if I didn't know how much I weigh and how
incredibly out of shape I still am. It's a necessity, people. Trust me.)
All
of which is leading up to, I hope, running in 2 different 5k's this
year. The first one is a local run in October. The second one is THIS
little piece of awesome -- the Hot Chocolate 15k. Because an event that includes both running AND Ghirardelli chocolate is pretty much my current idea of Nirvana.
I am nothing if not a walking contradiction, people.-->
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