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!
TWO MILES.
Without stopping.
Outside. With hills, gravel and everything.
Booyah.
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.
