I let myself get out of shape. So, I'm back to feeling like an out-of-shape newb runner again.
Its hard getting back into an old habit when you've lazy for so long. I started running track in 5th grade although I was never great at it. I wasn't terrible either. In high school I was mostly the middle of the pack runner, not the best on the team, but not the worst either. That's how I liked it, just running for the fun of it and having a good time. I would usually get a little out of shape during the off-seasons, but it wasn't as long as a gap as I've taken this time around.
I went on a few sporadic runs in my first year of college, dabbled in swimming, then dropped of the fitness planet. Now I'm mad at myself for being so out of shape.
So, now I'm starting to run again to get back into shape. The first couple of runs of trying to get back into shape are killer, but they should be worth it. I began about two weeks ago by just running a mile on the treadmill everyday. It was only a mile, which is wimpy by my past standards, but it is something. Something is always better than nothing. I found some interesting ways to make the treadmill less boring and to pass the time. The the next week a started to force my butt outside to go for runs. I think that is where the real running magic is: on the roads. It sucks having to hold my iPhone in my hand the entire run, but I've managed.
So here's here's my starting point. I weigh about 150 pounds. I've always been a little self-conscious of that number, but I'm also almost 6 feet tall making it a healthy weight. Yea, I look on the thin side, but I'm lacking that overall good body feeling I want and the healthy "I workout" glow.
It's always uncomfortable to realize you're not in as good a shape as you want to be, and It's easy to make excuses and put things off.
So, here I am. It's more than halfway through the summer after my freshman year of college, and I'm still stuck with the dreaded freshman 15. Actually, for me it's more like the freshman 5 or 6 pounds. I don't know anyone who has managed to bulge an extra 15 pounds in their freshman year. I don't feel that much different from before college, my body appearance hasn't changed drastically or even too noticeably to anyone other than myself. My clothes still fit although they are snugger, but the thing that bothers me is that I can't seem to shake this feeling that I'm letting myself go. With this feeling, why has it taken me so long to start doing something about it? Excuses.
There are so many reasons I've being giving myself not to start working out. I had my wisdom teeth out. I work nearly everyday. The first year of college is hard. Its too hot out, and I want to rest. Its my summer vacation. I just want to visit with my friends. It will be easier to start tomorrow. I could come up with more and more.
So, I let these excuses hold me back until one day it just clicked in my head that I don't want to be some lame lazy ass wishing she was in better shape. I want to be a hot bitch who feels great about herself. I have to start somewhere, and I'm tired of not feeling awesome all the time.
Now I'm on the road to get my hot bitch attitude back. Starting with one of my old favorite hobbies: running.
