That's about 3.1 miles.
Okay, not a big deal for many people. For me, it was kinda a big deal. Hubby and I walk that far every day that he is in town, just around our neighborhood. Back in the spring, we started out pretty slow and it wouldn't take long for me to get tired and want to turn back. Gradually, we have gotten faster and built up more endurance. Yesterday, we did our normal route in about 56 minutes. I fully expected to take a little longer today. I didn't. Remarkably, today, even though I was the last person to finish, I did it in 47 minutes.
It was humiliating and yet, exhilarating. You see, I have watched life pass me by from the comfort of my couch or my way-comfy adjustable bed for many years now. But today, I actually drug myself out of bed at 5 am and did this walk at 7:30 am. I feel pretty good about that. No, I didn't set the world on fire with my pace, but I was steady and I did finish. I also watched people who were older than me and some who at least looked as heavy as me, running a half marathon. Right now, I don't think I could run if my life depended on it (as proven during a recent trip to a Disney theme park when a terrible thunderstorm popped up with mega-lightening, while we were walking/running for the tram.) However, today gave me a glimmer of hope.
I feel a bit like I have reached a crossroads with this diet/exercise thing. I have enjoyed being lighter and buying smaller clothes. I also like feeling more energetic. I can briskly walk up a flight of stairs and not feel like I am going to have a heart attack. On the downside, I don't feel the motivation to work out as often as I should. Also, I still have a terrible craving for sweets. I'm an junk food addict, no question. I really need to buckle down and get serious if I want to lose more weight and get in better shape. I am going to have to dig a little deeper. Today's walk helped me see how far I have come. Now to see how far I can go...
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