I’m not a runner. Well, not YET. I’ll get to all that in a minute.
Last May, I found myself sitting in my closet crying big, fat, ugly tears. None of the clothes I loved fit. I stood on the scale and realized I had gained a horrifying 20 pounds in the last year. It was horrible and I decided I could either cry or do something about it. I went to Target and bought the Jillian Michael’s DVD, “30 Day Shred” and got to shredding. Then, I did her “Ripped in 30” and got to ripping. Lesson #1? She’s mean. Lesson #2? It works. Faithfully, since last May, I’ve been working out 4-5 days a week. When that alarm rings at 0545 the last thing I want to do is get out of bed. But, I have programmed my brain to remember the sad Kathryn crying in her closet and that gets my hiney up and at ’em. At the end of the workout, I’m always thankful.
Mostly, I just wanted to take better care of myself. I want to be old and happy and healthy and have a bajillion grandchildren someday. I want to have an active lifestyle with my family and fully participate in my children’s lives and ingrain in them the importance of physical health. We’ve spent so much time on the emotional, academic and spiritual and neglected the physical. I can’t talk it ’til I walk it.
Back to the running. On New Year’s Eve, we had a low-key evening. I was finishing up an organization project in the office (shocker, I know) and Scott was playing on his iPad. I decided to put on my running clothes I bought like TWO years ago and give it a whirl. The last six months I spent building up my core, now was the time to give her a test drive. There’s one thing you need to know about me: I hate (with a capital ‘H’) working out in front of other people. It just makes me too self-conscious. The running at night thing was right up my alley. It was a little chilly, dark and very quiet. I popped in the iPod and off I went.
I was pleasantly surprised at how much further I could go, yet a little disappointed that I couldn’t run an entire half mile like I’d hoped. Eh. I’m not sure what song popped up on the iPod, but the beat and the words got me motivated. For the first time, probably ever, I realized that if I really wanted to run, I could. Was I going to be breathing like a mad dragon sooner than I’d hoped? Probably. But, I could DO this. The even crazier part was that I WANTED to do this. No one has ever said “Kathryn” and “athlete” in the same sentence. To be honest, it’s kind of a joke among my friends and family. “Kathryn, work out? Right….” I’m just tired of being that person. If there’s a hat tip due, I believe it’s shared equally between two people: my husband and sweet baby Luke. Scott jumped on the workout train last Lent and keeps me honest. Luke just inspires me. I mean, if he can do what he does what the sam hill am I complaining about, y’all??
Here’s the resolution list. Shorter than in past years, but very direct. I’ve given this much thought and prayer.
1. Work out 5x a week.
2. Compete in a 5k.
3. Reduce our family’s eating out to 2x month.
4. Spend five minutes every morning in prayer.
There are many more things Scott and I want to do as a family and individually, with the children, but those will come in time. I am excited about what 2012 will bring our family. Slightly nervous about Luke’s brain surgery late this year, but encouraged at how far he’s come. I am feeling the excitement and newness of a clean slate. I hope you are, too.