So that's me. In my spandex, ready for a run. It's still kind of mind boggling to me that I'm running on the trail, by myself wearing my ipod multiple times a week. Oh and I really love it. I'm not even all that concerned with the scale anymore. I get on it once a week just to check in, but I'm not really obsessing over the numbers. I know I'm getting healthier bit by bit and it's definitely a marathon, not a sprint. My friend told me to measure and I did, but then I lost the paper I wrote the original measurements on, but I'm not so worried about that either. I know I've moved into smaller pants and gone down four notches on my belt. My body feels different in my clothes. I'm not winded as easily, cutting the grass isn't a killer workout. I spent the day blowing up balloons and didn't feel like I was going to pass out.
I ditched the couch to 5k program. I thank it immensely for getting me where I am, but now it's just discouraging me. Now I just listen to music and concentrate on my breathing and I find the runs much easier. Focusing on my breathing helps me keeps my pace in check and in turn I've been able to increase my distance without feeling like I was killing myself. I think with the couch to 5k I thought the faster I went the quicker I would hear that voice telling me it was time for a break. Take it from me, it does not work that way.
I ran my first 4km yesterday. I was so excited because I can see it, that 5k run, it's right there in front of me. I can do it. I will do it. And probably soon.
I am 36% of the way to my first goal, to lose 50lbs.
This is my midway picture. deep breath. please be kind