I mentioned earlier that Ben and I are training for a half marathon. Really, you should be laughing because we're not half marathon people. Well, I'm a wanna-be half marathon person, but I don't think Ben really cares either way. I'm not sure if he'll catch the long-distance racing bug after this. I'm not sure if I will either, but it's something I really want to try, to conquer. Who knows where it will lead? I'm always hoping for some miracle that will turn me into a Hillary-Swank-hard-body:).
Our official training started this week. We've been running consistently since January to be more prepared for when our mileage increases.
(I had an epiphany about myself. It's silly, really. I wanted to be conditioned BEFORE the training started because I hate being told what to do, especially if I don't want to do it (like if I know it's going to be hard). If I'm already in shape, than running MANY miles isn't such a big deal. I feel like I'm CHOOSING to run, ENJOYING a run. Not that I HAVE to run, or that it's PAINFUL to run. The training seems more like a suggestion rather than a demand. Me vs. my mind. I'm ridiculous.)
THEN, I got the stomach flu. I didn't run for two weeks. I've had a hard time getting excited about running again. Especially when my only option is to run outside in THIS:
Or, on our treadmill. Running long-distances on a treadmill makes me insane! There is nothing more boring than running in place. Sometimes I just want to scream.
My only saving grace is the DVD player Ben set up on a box, in the window sill of our guest room. I've been watching Far and Away, with Tom Cruise and Nicole Kidman. Such a great movie. However, I'm learning that it's hard to RUN and CRY at the same time when I'm watching a movie. I can't get enough air. I feel like I'm going to pass out or fall off the treadmill because I can't see anything through my tears. I think I ought to stick with comedies instead of dramas. But I might have the same problem with comedies, too. Tears of joy.
If there's one thing I know for sure about running, it's this:
I am a better wife, a better mother, a better person, when I run/exercise consistently.
I have more self-control about what I eat.
I don't crave junk.
Running fills some need so I don't feel like I deserve a treat or reward after the kids are in bed.
I use my time more effectively.
I'm more positive.
I feel empowered.
I feel strong.
I feel beautiful.
That's enough proof for me. Running and I . . . we go together like peanut butter and jelly.