I go to sleep at night thinking about what it will be like running in my first 5K in March. I get more and more excited about it each day that I put on my running shoes and complete another Couch to 5K session. Prior to starting my training, I just wanted to be able to finish the race. Now, I’m almost hoping that I’ll finish fast enough to get a medal. After all, my pace has been improving each time I run. However, yesterday, I started week 4 and let me just say, it was hard! I failed to run for the full 3 minute and 5 minute blocks. I was already pretty nervous about running for five minutes at a time, let alone do it twice in one session. So I repeated week 3, day 3 prior to attempting week 4, day 1 yesterday. I am proud though, that I was only 15 seconds shy of running the full 5 minutes at the very end. All of this is to say that I am making progress. I am not doing the elliptical anymore because I have really become a fan of running. The elliptical is just too boring.
I’m also becoming addicted to the compliments about my weight loss. The numbers on the scale are slowly and steadily going down and clothes are becoming more loose than before. But what I enjoy more than anything, is being out on the road and actually running. Yesterday, even though I am still visibly overweight and was huffing and puffing down the sidewalk, I passed another walker/runner on the sidewalk who smiled and gave me a thumbs up. He was an older gentleman in workout clothes and earbuds in. The thumbs up made me feel as good as the lady who shouted “You go girl!” out her car window several years ago when I had first attempted this journey. The motivation to keep going is all around me. I am proud of myself for the fact that I can not only see the motivation, but I am now able to actually force myself to do something about it. And really, there’s not much that’s forced about it anymore. It feels natural, like this is what I was meant to do. I’m starting to believe now, that maybe I was.