Yesterday my friend Lori called me, wanting to encourage and motivate me. She challenged me to start running and train for a 5K. I accepted her challenge.
Now, I am well over 200 pounds. And I do mean "well over." I've never run. Let me take that back. I have only ever run when I absolutely had to. And those occasions are have been rare. I'm simply not a runner.
So, this morning Lori arrived at 6:30, ready to begin my training. The goal was a mile and a half. My neighborhood is hilly, which is great because the 5K I chose is pretty hilly. I walked more than I ran, and it took me about 40 minutes. My calves are killing me. I am seriously hurting. But, I know this is a good thing. I've never worked my muscles like this before. I've never had to learn to breathe like this before. So, all "well-over" 200 pounds of me walked/jogged this morning, and we'll do it again Friday.
Patrick went to the grocery store to get bananas for me, and I have to really up my water intake if this is going to work. Wish me luck.