I am extremely out of shape. I have been wishing I would wake up one morning and find myself in a fit, toned body for most of my life. At times in my life, I have been in significantly better shape and I really enjoyed it. Since I got pregnant in 2002, which corresponded with sliding toward and then into my 40s, I have watched my body morph into a really soft, squishy plus-size, with bulges that truly offend me. Sorry for the visual. Despite this, I carry the dream of one day running a 5k - and by that I mean actually running the entire distance.
We adopted a terrier mix 22 pound bundle of hyperactivity in May. I have since had the job of walking the dog, who prefers to do his business during field trips, at least two times each day. Only about 15 minutes usually - up and down the street. I'm sad to say this is more exercise than I was getting for the past five years at least. Last night, I decided to make it a run/walk - not caring that I was in non-athletic shoes and wearing my wool coat. I set a very easy goal - run from one driveway to the next, then walk to the next, then run to the next, and so on. Seriously, we're talking 4 blocks or so, so I was not aiming high. And I did it. And I did it again this morning. We'll see where we go from here.
I decided today that the only reason this may be possible is that I my dog walking happens in the early morning and the later evening, and this time of year it is pitch black, so no-one can see me. I hope.