I am the absolute opposite of athletic, and I don't have a competitive athletic bone in my body. For example, I was on the track team in high school, and most of the time, I would have other people run for me. I have likely never run outside for more than 800 yards at one time. True.
About six months ago, I decided that I had *way* too much time on my hands to use the I-don't-have-time excuse to avoid working out. So I joined a gym... one with very little traffic during the time I like to go and one with very little pressure. Most of the time, I am the fittest person in the gym, if you catch my drift.
At the gym, I spend about 30-45 minutes on an AMT - adaptive motion trainer - so I run, climb, cross country ski at various intervals, and I then spend about 30 minutes on my upper body with Precor equipment. When I am done with my workout, I feel like I could run home from the gym.
This weekend, the kids and I were at a sporting goods store, so I bought some new kicks.
Bitches, this morning, I ran two miles!
Outside. With hills, gravel and everything.
Even had two of my kids with me, and when we hit the two mile marker, we high fived each other!
I am sure all of you runners are scoffing at me right now, and go right ahead if it makes you feel better about your own bad self.
Honeybadger don't care.