I came to work at a healthy snack food company as an overweight, under exercised skeptic. I'm still that person. When other ladies in the office munch their lettuce-y lunches and talk about developing products made of oats, I proudly microwave my leftover spaghetti and meatballs. In the holiday team photo, I always take up the most space. I've been in a love /hate relationship with my body for as long as I can remember.
Last summer, for the first time (at 27), I was comfortable with myself. It wasn't that I had gotten any thinner, but it was because after 6 months of training I had run two half- marathons in two months and I felt invincible.
Fast forward to 2013 and what have I done in the last nine months? I've been making ice cream with my boyfriend, sitting on the couch, and otherwise neglecting the training that made me so much more happy and confident. So I'm back on the horse.
Yesterday was my first run in two months. I only did two miles at a crawl, but it was enough. It reminded me that running makes me joyful. And it reminded me that my body is capable of amazing things.
So I am recommitting. There are 18 weeks until the Philadelphia Marathon. What could be more fitting than to run my first marathon in my hometown? I've chalked in the training plan from Hal Higdon (
this one) on my calendar, I've announced my plans to a few select people, and I have the proper fear of failure in my heart.
Here's to new beginnings.
Tomorrow's post: broken feet and tattoos.
