Do you remember the last time one of your friends fell in love? The truly, madly, deeply sort of love?
How every second word was about his/her beloved. Their complete absorption and infatuation with the minute details of the other’s persons life. Their ability to recount second-by-second replays of every conversation and moment spent together. The blinders they wore that blocked out everything going on around them. How everything you talked about somehow related back to something their beloved said or did. How they ate, slept, and breathed the love of their life.
Do you remember being fascinated by the depth of their passion but also a little sick and tired of the minutiae of their love life?
I think I might be that friend. And the love of my life might be running. And I might be a bit obsessed.
I collect details like pace, time, and distance about my runs and happily share them with anyone who will listen. My few running momentos (medals and bibs) are on display in my office and I have my race t-shirts hanging in my closet. I happily head out three times a week to run, irrespective of weather, exhaustion, and other commitments. The realization dawned this week that I might be in love when I actually considered skipping an evening event I was excited about because it meant I’d be missing hill training with my running group.
Who the heck considers skipping dinner at a nice restaurant with friends and other like-minded women to run up hills in the heat?
I signed up for my first 10K (May Race weekend this year) last September and at the time it seemed like a crazy lofty goal. Shortly after registering for the race I signed up for a 10K clinic with the Running Room because the thought of figuring out how to actually run 10K on my own was terrifying.
March rolled around and I started my clinic still not really liking running (I described my feeling about running as “I no longer hate it”) even after 6 months of pounding the pavement. Dislike soon turned to like and last week I found myself registering for the Army Run half marathon on September 18th. I volunteerily signed myself up to run 21K (and convinced Jenn to run it with me!).
Because I am apparently a wee bit in love with running.
(Feel free to skip to the Tale of the Scale if the nausea and eye-rolling at my infatuation has kicked in).
Last Saturday I ran my first race of the season, a 5K for Make A Wish. It was a great morning: I got to spend time with two good friends, my mom, and of course my husband and boys.
The best part? I wanted to finish the race in under 35 minutes and I did: in 33 minutes! A full 13 minutes faster than my last 5K in October.
But I lied because the very very best part was getting to cross the finish line with my boys
The next morning I ran my farthest distance yet (11.25km) and yesterday I set another distance ‘best’ with a 13.2 km run in an hour and forty minutes. And I’m still shaking my head that I actually ran that far. And that it didn’t kill me. And that it was actually kind of fun.
Tale from the Scale
I am still using My Fitness Pal to track every single calorie. I’ve logged in for 130 consecutive days and tracked everything that passed my lips for that entire time. For the last two weeks I’ve noticed my calories creeping back up towards 2000 and I will admit that my focus right now is on training and running rather than calories. After listening to Heather Moxley, a Registered Holistic Nutritionist, talk at one of the Running Room clinics I’m refocusing on the types of calories I’m eating. By further reducing processed foods from my diet I think my caloric intake will drop as my nutrition improves.
Since I last did my measurements on April 26th I have lost a total of three inches and my waist measurement now starts with a 3 (insert happy dance). The numbers on the scale aren’t dropping as fast as I want them to but I’ve once again dropped a full size and have a full black garbage bag of clothes (from the last month) that no longer fit me.
Because my calories have been creeping up my weight has remained the same. I really want to hit the 50 pound mark so if you’re on Twitter, or Facebook, or my blog, or know me in real life, please feel free to remind me of my goal. A “hey keep that 50 lb loss in mind” would be greatly appreciated
What’s your health or fitness obsession?