Shortly after our baby was born, I went out and bought brand new running shoes. I did this in hopes that it would help get me focused on getting back in shape. But old habits are hard to break, and my commitment to exercise only extended to a promise of starting tomorrow. More than six months of “tomorrows” passed, and I was no closer to getting back in the gym. With the new year comes new resolutions and, of course, this is one of mine.
Two days ago, I reluctantly laced up my running shoes and paced around the house trying to psych myself up for the inevitable. On the way to the gym I managed to convince myself that I was indeed going to DIE. I would succumb to my laze and procrastination right there on the indoor track. I tried to tell Allen I had made a mistake — I wanted to get back in the car. I wanted to go home. I wanted my mommy. Waaah! Finally out of excuses, I regrouped and marched my post-baby body right into the gym. I took it “easy” that first day by focusing on a cardio workout. There was some sweating, some cussing, some praying and ultimately some celebrating. I did it! I pushed myself to finish my first good workout in more than a year. I’m still super sore from running intervals for an hour, but guess what? — I am still alive! Woohoo!
There is a point in me telling all of this. You see, I have a big milestone approaching… I have committed myself to the next seven(ish) weeks to finally make good on my tomorrow and get back in shape. I hope that putting it out there in such a public way will hold me accountable. Come February, I want to be able to run circles around my 30th birthday and maybe, just maybe, shake those last five pounds of baby weight in the process. Wish me luck!


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