I’m almost a month into my 10K Running Room clinic. Six more weeks until my 10K. And just for fun I signed up for the Share the Power of a Wish 5K on May 7th: I want to finish the race in 35 minutes. Apparently in the last 8 months I have lost 44.5 pounds and redefined ‘fun’.
On Mondays I rest. On Tuesdays I work out with my trainer at 6 am. On Wednesday nights I run drills with the Running Room. On Thursday mornings I work out with my trainer at 6 am. On Friday nights I run with the Running Room. On Saturdays I rest. On Sundays I run an LSD (long slow distance) with the Running Room.
And I’ve been asked a handful of times in the last two weeks “Don’t you feel guilty for all the time you’re spending away from your family?”
When you’re fat you’re often judged for being lazy and unhealthy. And apparently when you’re healthy(er) you’re judged for being selfish.
Two nights a week I eat dinner on my own at 5 o’clock so my food has time to settle before I run at 6:30. I’m still there when my boys eat but it’s not a family meal, per se.
I actually ran a 7:20 average this week (a KM in 7 minutes and 20 seconds).
I workout at 6 am two days a week so that I can fit exercise in around my family’s schedule. But it’s killing my ‘date’ time with my husband because I’m in bed at 9 at least two nights a week.
I can hold a plank for a minute and a half. And my biceps: I found them!
I’ve missed three opportunities to spend time with friends in the last two weeks because of my Friday night and Wednesday night runs.
One of my dearest friends Erin has driven to my end of town two Fridays in a row to run with me.
On Sunday mornings instead of visiting museums or having family time I’m out pounding the pavement until mid-morning.
Last week I logged almost 18 km. Me, the girl who still weighs over 200 pounds, ran for 18 km.
My youngest son will spend his third birthday downtown at Ottawa Race Weekend watching me run my first 10K.
On Sunday I ran 8.25KM in 65 minutes. It was raining and windy and freezing cold. It was the farthest I have ever run and finishing that run, despite the miserable weather, felt fantastic.
Last Wednesday night I ran almost 6K in drills with the Running Room. It was, er, challenging. The next morning, raging shin splints and all, I worked out with my personal trainer. By dinner time I wanted to curl up and sleep. But my five-year old, who every day asks ‘how many K’s did you do mom?’ ‘did you win?’ overhead me talking to his dad about drills and wanted to know what they were. I tried to explain the exercises
torture our group leaders had introduced to us but he didn’t understand. So after dinner we put on our running shoes and headed out to the driveway to practice running drills.
And last Sunday morning, while his brother and dad slept, the two of us crept into the basement to register both of us for the Ottawa Race Weekend 2K Race because my five year old wants to be a runner like his mom.
And because of that I don’t feel guilty. I have a twinge of “I’d rather be…” some days when I walk out the door but I don’t regret going for a run or going to the gym. Because my son wants to be a runner like his mom, I will keep taking time away from my family. Because he is fascinated by my running habits and exercise, I will keep getting up at 5 am to work out despite the dark sky and sleep deprivation. Because in the end this weight loss journey is not just about me but about being a healthier parent who inspires my kids and family to follow in my foot steps.
So on race weekend I’ll be running the 2K at 4:00 pm and 2 and a 1/2 hours later my first 10K. And yes it’s my youngest’s third birthday and he’ll be there watching. I will be bursting with pride, probably nervous and a bit weepy, and completely guilt-free. Did I mention proud?
Tales from the Scale
(And a few non-scale victories thrown in for good measure)
I’m an all-or-nothing kind of girl. Exercise has my 110% focus right now. I’m still eating healthy balanced meals but I’m eating calories (an average of 1850) that are meant for maintenance and not weight loss.
Over the last two weeks I’ve lost 1 pound for a total of 44.5 pounds. Come on 45!
I’ve lost an inch off my hips (in two weeks) and another inch off my arms/waist/chest/thighs.
And after 8 months of running. Of hating it, then strongly disliking it, then not really liking it, I finally ‘get it’. I look forward to my runs. I want to improve my stride, run faster, run farther. I think I might possibly be a runner. That is a HUGE non-scale victory!*
I will wax poetic about the fabulousness of the Running Room and its group leaders in my next post. Because of them I *like* running. That is miraculous :)