This year, if I can stick to my plans, is shaping up to be my busiest year for running. The races I hope to run (if that's what you call it) in:
- Monument Ave. 10K
- Race for the Cure 5K
- Maymont Cross Country 5K
- Run for Read 5K
- aaaand being ambitious, either the Virginia Beach Half-Marathon or the new Richmond Half-Marathon.
Yesterday, it was wonderfully warm, and I decided to lace up my Sauconys and hit the road. Holy Smack. It was not a nice blood-pumping jog but some seriously sad shit. I'd go maybe a half mile before feeling like I was going to black out or my lungs would explode. So I'd stop and walk for a bit, pick up the pace, and begin to run. Again, the woozy-headed thing would creep in a few blocks later. Towards the end of my route, I could go for longer stretches, but by the time Casa Amos came into view, I thought I was going to collapse. What the hell, I thought, I'm not a smoker! I'm not asthmatic!
No, as Adrian pointed out, you're out of shape. But who knew it was this bad?
This morning I stepped on the scale. 145 lbs-about ten pounds heavier than I was at my skinniest. Disclaimer-I am 5'8" and some change. I am very aware that at 145 I am no where near being overweight. It's squarely in the middle of my healthy weight range. It's not that I want to be back at my pre-baby tiniest, and frankly, it's nice to know that after two months of no athletic activity and lots of holiday treat gorging, I can still maintain a healthy weight. But I have noticed that some of my clothes fit a little more snugly than I would like, and I'd prefer for my body to be a little less squishy. Losing a few lbs isn't my goal per se, but it would be a nice side effect of returning to a regular exercise routine.
So I bought some of those giant rubber band things today to work on toning and hope to work my way back up to a running schedule of about five days a week.
This Fat Girl best get moving or there's no way in clear blue hell I'll be ready for 13.1 miles this fall.