I run three days a week, on the average. I have Boot Camp on Monday and Wednesday evenings and I run Tuesdays and Thursdays with Jennifer. I also run alone on Saturday or Sunday, and do a home workout DVD on Fridays. I take one day off of working out a week, maybe two. I am not telling you this in any kind of I AM WORKOUT LADY, HEAR ME ROAR vein, but just stating facts. I work out almost every day because it feels good to be strong, and because I inherited a metabolism that is slower than my kids are when I ask them to clean up their toys.
I really do enjoy working out, especially Boot Camp and the Jillian workout DVDs I do once a week. (I don’t enjoy Jillian, per se, but she does lead a good workout.) I love cardio that makes my cheeks bright red and I love that I have defined deltoids and shoulders that have defined bumps (I’m lacking terminology, here). For the first time in my life, I like my THIGHS. I don’t love them, no, because that persistent inner thigh will hang on forever and ever (and ever). The crazy thing is, I’ve been wearing shorts (instead of knee-length capris) while working out for the past six months because I don’t feel like I have anything to hide. I don’t know if you understand how freeing that has been for me, but if you do, well. It’s kind of foreign and completely amazing.
As for the running thing, we have a love/hate relationship. I love being outside and enjoying nature, I love the cardio, I love how many calories it burns. Running does not come easy to me, though. I have a long torso and short legs. My body is better suited for weight training (see above) and I will never (ever ever) win a race, even if I was in the Seniors age bracket.
I’m not even kidding.
My lack of natural ability aside, I am never one to back down from a challenge. I ran a 10K in June and beat my previous personal record (despite having been stung by a wasp on my ankle). I ran another 10K race on July 1st and finally cracked the one-hour mark, despite battling an anxiety attack.
Two weeks from this coming Sunday (Canadian Thanksgiving!), I’ll be running in another 10K race. I’m hoping to beat my PR, but I’ll honestly be happy just to finish. So why do I keep signing up for races?
Because I’m inherently lazy when it comes to fitness. Don’t laugh.
I need to be in the routine, and I need to be pushed. I am in the routine of Boot Camp. In the four years since I started, I have only missed it when I was violently ill or out of town. It is part of what I do, and missing it is not an option (unless I’m violently ill or out of town). As for running, I will easily lapse into running my usual 5K if I have no reason to do otherwise. I have been signing up for 10K races so that I am forced to do longer runs, regardless of the run time, so that I push myself a little harder. I am not built to be a runner, I am not a fast runner, and I do not have the fancy running gear (except for my shoes. Good shoes are KEY). I feel like an impostor 95% of the time and talk about it in the Canadian question-accent.
I run a few days a week? It’s hard, but kind of great? You should try it?
It’s one of those things where I have a hard time stating that I am one, because I didn’t get a degree in it and don’t have any initials to prove that I am one. See also: Writing and photography. I may not be a Runner with a capital R, but I run. Slowly, but surely. Faithfully. Persistently. Bi-weekly. Consistently. And sometimes, wind-suckingly.
I’ll still keep keep on keeping on, hopefully for years to come.