I am a runner. At least, in my heart I’m a runner. I love to run. It makes me feel strong & free & healthy. I started running races about a year ago & I am totally hooked. I went through a small bout of no motivation in the fall, but I quickly got over that when my friend Callie pushed me to sign up for my first half marathon. I never recapped that race, but it was freezing cold and otherwise awesome. You can Callie’s recap here. I am definitely more of a 5k runner, but I will definitely try to do a half marathon every year.
My problem right now with running has nothing to do with motivation. I am actually very motivated to get out there and run a little bit faster, a little bit farther & a little bit harder every time I go outside. Some days, I’m even motivated just to run. Running is my number one de-stressing tool. My problem right now has to do with the fact that I lost 6 or 7 pounds when I had that stomach bug in the spring. If you know me, you know that I did NOT need to lose 6 pounds. I could have stood to gain 6 pounds.
I usually stay away from talking about weight, because I know how hard so many people have to work to keep their weight in control. I feel really awkward when I am a part of a conversation about weight, because I don’t have the issues with weight that most people do. My issue is that I actually have a difficult time gaining weight. I have really high metabolism. It’s genetics. My mom was the same way until she was in her 50s. And even now, in her mid-50s, she is still tiny, even though she finally has to start watching what she eats. It makes me cringe when people say, “Oh, you’re so lucky because you’re so skinny!” or, “You must never eat!” I do feel lucky that I am thin… I would much rather be on this side than the other. And, I do eat. Quite a bit, actually. And I don’t eat particularly healthy, either. Not that I eat unhealthy, but I have no qualms mowing down a cheeseburger for lunch.
So, back to the running. Since the end of April, I have managed to gain back 3 pounds. Partially by not running as much. And by not as much I mean I went from running 2 or 3 times a week to only running once a week. Argh. I know my body well enough to know that I won’t gain any weight by cutting out exercise. I can’t be sedentary because my job is very active & physical. If I stopped working out all together, I would lose all muscle and whittle away to nothing. At first, I planned on not running at all and just doing a lot of muscle building… lifting weights and the like. And then I quickly realized that I cannot stop running. I love it too much. I don’t care if I end up not gaining weight as quickly.
I have a plan. I am attempting to work out three times a week. Workout #1 is a run… anywhere between 2.5 – 4 miles depending on how I’m feeling… trying to keep the pace 9 minutes miles & below.
One of those workouts is Pilates. There is a girl that posts awesome videos on her blog (Blogilates) and on her YouTube channel that I am really into. I am not usually one for workout videos, but these keep me motivated and I am sore the next day each & every time. I usually do 2 or 3 different videos targeting different muscle groups each time.
The last of my 3 workouts is a Crossfit style workout. I’m not going to get into the philosophy behind Crossfit, but it’s an intense workout and usually only takes about 20 or 30 minutes.
I am writing about this for accountability. I am ok at motivating myself, but not fantastic. If I tell the world about it, though, it helps. I am going to attempt to blog each week about my workouts. If I forget, remind me, k?