Monday, September 6, 2010

Monday's Miles

I did NOT want to move this morning. I haven't been doing so well emotionally the last few days, and I woke up feeling every minute of my age in my back and legs, which is at least partly because Little Mister kicked me all night last night. I also had a bit of a junk food binge over the weekend (total emotional eating), and that has made me feel more tired, bloated, and less willing to move.

But, knowing we have to get Runner Girl conditioned for her races that start next week, I sucked it up, got dressed, got the babies dressed and put into the jogging stroller, had Runner Girl get dressed too, and off we went.

We had to go get some air in one of the stroller's tires, so we went down our little hill to main street, then walked to the gas station to do so and just kept going. We did 2 miles.

By the time we got home, I was feeling it. To be totally honest, I was feeling it about 1 mile in. I was wearing my shape ups and am really feeling it in my butt now, which can only be a good thing.

And that little hill? Isn't quite as benign coming back up, especially when it seems to be spread over 4 or 5 blocks. The incline isn't as steep, but it's spread out so takes a lot longer to travel.

BUT! We did it. I'm quite proud of myself for getting out when I didn't want to, and proud of Runner Girl for getting it done without complaining. I know the kids will leave me in the dust tomorrow, especially since they are supposed to do 3 miles, but y'know ... it's okay. I am making positive changes for myself, and will be able to tell the kids if they can't beat this fat old lady, they'd better get moving so they don't turn out like me.

I caught a glimpse of my butt in some store windows. I have no idea how I didn't notice it was that big, but it is HUGE! All the more motivation to try and solve the emotional problems instead of eating to make myself feel better. It didn't work anyway. What did work was talking with The Rock last night about why I was feeling so bad, and taking my herbs. My mood is improved even further with the exercise this morning, which is a lesson I need to learn. If I'm feeling that horrid, just get out for a walk already!

1 comment:

evitafjord said...

I'm pretty sure my mom laughed the first time we rode our bikes downtown from our house and then realized we had to come back up one of those streets to get home (our house was up behind Larsen in that area that is now about 6000x bigger than it was then).

PS: I like the blog picture, but it's impossible to read with this font color unless it's highlighted.