We start spending more time in mirror. Checking out our pores, the shape of our face, the love handles that we just can't seem to shake since we've given birth. So, for whatever god-forsaken reason, we decide to purchase a pair of running shoes, some yoga pants and cut up our old high school track shirt and start working out. Typically we purchase a DVD of some work out that is guranteed to help us shed those 10 extra pounds we've been carrying around for the past few months. I think by the end of it we come to find that we've purchased about 3-10 DVDs of different work outs we thought would "work". (I own about 4 myself)
And then there is the select few of us that decide, well....let's just go for a run. That is the crazy idea that I've gotten since giving birth. So far, I have only ran once. I think I'm at the point of just pure excuses for not getting my lazy butt up at 5:30 in the morning and getting on the streets to run. This running craze, as I will call it, has hit me like a slap in the face. My man's whole family has decided to become a crazy group of runners. (apparently we're signed up to do some sort of 5K at the end of summer) So I decided to jump on the running train so I wouldn't make a fool out of myself when doing this run.
But before I hit the road again and start running, I need to get up to the high school track, and time my mile. My man's brother did the mile in 10 minutes, so my goal is to beat that. But we will see how it goes. I can just tell by now, I'm going to be dead after the first lap.
Another reason why I've decided to become a slave to running is because I want to look better. I want to feel better about the way my body looks. I want my man to want me again. He says he loves the way I look, but I feel he says that because he just thinks my body looks better then his...which at this point, I can't argue with that.
--Do you work out? Are you a runner? E-mail and tell me why/what got you started!--
One of the main reasons for why I have been putting off running is because...well, I have kids. I don't own a treadmill or a jogging stroller. When my man is at work, I'm basically screwed. I'm sure many of you are sitting there thinking, "oh please, there are other things you can do besides running". Yes. That is very true, but I want to run. I want to run, then maybe do an ab work out to get that looking nice and flat again.I also could start eating more healthy. Around this small town, eating healthy is much harder then you think. During the summer it is great because you can just go down to the farmers market and grab some great fruit and veggies that work out great in a salad! It sucks tho that there is no FM until late May. Until then, we're screwed for fresh produce.
Isn't it funny, that in our dreams, we more then likely dream of a guy (or woman) that is nice and toned, tan, built and just great in the sack? A select few of us find that special someone and are lucky enough to have married them or get into a serious relationship with them. Others of us are not so lucky. So, what's better? Feeling better about our own bodies, or just having someone who has a great body to make up for what we lack? <-- you all should know the answer.
Until next week, stay happy, stay healthy, and stay sexy.
*note: I will more then likely only be posting once a week. I'm a full time mom and I do go to work so I don't always have the time to write. :)
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