The New Forrest

Forrest Gump, that is.

I keep forcing my body to do more running on the treadmill and my body, my wonderfully strong body, is responding with the ability to do it. It is such a mind thing, because truly I hate running. Last week I was thrilled with the three minutes interval that I did during my workout on Friday. Today, my goal was to at least meet that three minute time for one interval. I got to that three minute mark and forced another fifteen seconds only to find myself easily doing it. I was very pleased with the ease that it was, so I forced myself to four minutes and when I got there I gave another fifteen seconds. I know I could have kept going to five minutes but I stopped. Mental blocking, I assume. This week, by the end of the week I think I'll be doing five.

I can only get one long interval right now; the rest are somewhere between one and two and a half minutes intervals, two minutes being the popular interval.

I'm overweight, yes. I don't have the body I had at nineteen (looking back: I was hot!) but with the endurance and strength activities I push on my body at the gym, I realize how amazing my body is. I am so grateful for it. My legs are strong and I can run on them. My abdominal muscles and upper back muscles allow me to have great posture now. This helps so much with my migraines (it's been over a month, now).

Yesterday I was crossing the street to go home and I ran, just because I could. Last week the girls and I were on the side walk on the way home and I started running to initiate a race. I so badly want to be an active mom, and teach my girls by example that our bodies are important, and to take good care of them.

I would have never even think of myself doing even a half-marathon. Now...well, maybe some day I will...even though I truly hate running. Though, look where it has brought me.