I was a self-proclaimed couch potato for years. I hated aerobics, classes, working out, sweating in general. I never was athletic in school, and as I gained weight, my ability to do anything physical became harder and harder. Walking took effort, and I was embarrassed to admit that even climbing the stairs winded me. The thought of regular exercise as part of my lifestyle change was going to be a tough one to overcome.
About a month into my healthy eating change my best friend (who has also lost a lot of weight and looks amazing) invited me to come to the gym with her. She belonged to Planet Fitness and said it was a really nice gym. So I went……
The first time on the treadmill, I was barely able to go 2.5 mph, and then she made me jog for a minute. I thought I was going to DIE. I had not moved my legs that fast in YEARS. I was huffing and puffing and really considering just falling down and letting the treadmill shoot me off the back and into the weight machines. But as I watched the seconds add and that magic number….58….59…60….arrive, I was amazed that I did it.
My best friend, Deana, has become a runner. She has completed numerous 5K’s and also a 10K and is planning on doing the half marathon in Pittsburgh this spring. I NEVER and I mean NEVER thought there would ever be a day I would run. I used to joke that I would run for chocolate or if someone was chasing me with a knife, and even then it depended on the size of the knife.
I went home that day with a new attitude. I saw running as something I could possibly do. Slowly. Deana was a huge source of encouragement. I love her to death and really wouldn’t be doing so much of this without her support and encouragement. She is amazing, and my best friend in the whole wide world.
I started looking over beginning runner websites, also looking to see if overweight people can run without killing themselves or doing serious damage to their bodies. What I found was basically saying….go slow, take it easy, listen to your body, and yes, you can run. I also found the program couch to 5K and thought….hmm…maybe I will do this. For some reason the motivation of a personal intrinsic challenge was something I had never done before but maybe wanted to try.
In addition to this new interest in running, I also kept going to the gym. Joined even. Did some cardio every day along with strength training on the weight machines. I saw the weight coming off at an even faster rate, and was starting to enjoy it and …..gasp….enjoy sweating. What the heck was happening to me???