Warning: Confessions ahead. Not a pity party but a call to action.
This is what I looked like when I finished the Chicago Marathon in 2008. It was 87 degrees and I had just finished my 9th marathon with a PR of 3:57 and change. If I could pick a time when I was in the best shape of my life, this was probably it. It was fairly soon after this that I started to train for Ironman in 2009 and while I had endurance for the ages, I lost a sh**-ton of speed and gained quite a bit of weight (and let’s face it, it wasn’t all muscle). I have completed two more marathons and an Ironman since this picture but I have lost so much fitness. Stairs hurt, planks only last 30 seconds, and 9 miles takes almost 2 hours, says the girl with a 1:19 PR at A10….
I hopped on the scale the other day my friends, which I don’t do very often, mostly at the doctors. I am not one to really stress about numbers but this time it is serious. I am fat. And not in a “I say I’m fat so you say I’m skinny” way. I am actually officially “unhealthy” by national standards AND my own. I have lost really any credibility to call myself an athlete. I don’t feel good about the way I feel or the way I look. I have about 3 pieces of clothing that fit without distress and I now keep a tube of body glide in my purse for the chub rub. I am officially in “mission critical” mode.
I need accountability friends. One of the reasons I was fit in 2008 was because I ran at least 4 days a week with the world’s best running partner. When she moved away and Ironman was over, I struggled to find accountability. Now that I live about an hour away from the running community I know well, I am struggling even more. I make a ton of excuses for not working out and at this point I am in a place where it is gonna hurt, a lot, before it gets better. But that is ok, this is no longer acceptable and I need to get my a** in gear, before said a** takes over my entire body.
I know I don’t get a lot of traffic on this blog (hi Mom) and it is mostly a place for me to put my randomness out into the world but this time I really need accountability. And a little kick in the pants. It is time for health. It is time to get to the place where I feel like a real runner and healthy human again. Can you help?
“The miracle isn’t that I finished. The miracle is that I had the courage to start”–John Bingham
Hopefully I can find the courage soon.