Here is what I know...I have a pair of awesome looking red webbed Puma tennis shoes with bright blue bottoms...they look like this, in fact..
And every night they gain 9, 997 pounds. (I'm guessing at that really because I don't think normally they actually weigh 3 pounds...or maybe they do...?)
Anyhow...the point is. Getting those things on every morning is the h.a.r.d.e.s.t. thing in the world for me.
Here's how it goes.
Me...wake up. Scowl when dreaded shoes immediately pop into mind.
Immediately put on sports bras, tank top and spandex exercise pants and socks, but not shoes because they are downstairs by the front door. Try not to think about them.
Take a big drink of water.
If kids are awake take care of kids and feed them breakfast - eyeing my tennis shoes waiting by the front door.
While kids are finishing breakfast give the stink eye to the shoes one more time before finally succumbing and lugging myself over to them and dragging them to the couch and putting them on my feet.
drag my shoes and kids out to the garage.
set up kids for 30 min. of self play. (Right... ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)
step on treadmill...
Dreaded shoes realize I'm serious and lose 9,997 pounds immediately.
Exercise and feel AWESOME.
Question of the day...Why is it the idea of exercise is so icky, but the reality is so great?
So my big news for the day? 8 weeks ago I could barely run 30 seconds without heaving for breath and feel like I was on death's doorstep. Today I ran a SELF-INFLICTED TWO MILES without stopping. I RAN the whole thing. It took me 30 minutes and I pushed my baby in his buggy and my 4 year old hotwheeled along beside me. She pooped out 1/2 way through and said next time she's riding in the buggy too...but I did it! I did it! I did it! One more mile to add before my first 5K on September 21st. And I'm hoping to decrease from a 15 min/mile to a 13 min/mile by my second 5K on October 13th.