I bit the bullet and did two things in the past two weeks that I always wanted to do, but never had the balls.
One was to get a tattoo. More on that later, Peeps.
The other was to register for a 5K.
Yes, me. Scroogy. ME.
I am going to run/jog/walk/crawl/roll 5 kilometers.
I will. I swear. Stop laughing, you guys…
I started training a couple of weeks ago with the advice of my friend Aims who is a more accomplished 5k-er. She’s started me out super slow, just walking 15 to 20 mins a few times a week. I’ve been waking up with Hubby and walking before the twins wake up.
This morning, my bed was just too lovely to leave. I had to stay up and watch the Oscars after all. So, I debated going after Hubs got home this evening, or doing something radical and including my daughters in my training.
It’s a lovely winter day here in Bmore. High 40s and sunny. No wind. Delightful. So I asked dear Lala and Loopsy if they wanted to walk with me.
“To the playground, Mommy?” Lala asked.
“Not this time. Remember when I told you I am going to run a special race?”
“Will there be a finish line?” Loopsy pondered.
“Yes there will! I am walking today to get stronger and healthier so I can run to the finish line. Will you help me?”
“Yes! Yes!” They bounced up and down.
I explained that I needed to walk as fast as I could without stopping. So, we couldn’t check out any leaves or branches or dead bugs. They totally got it. Really, they did…
Loopsy, especially, was an incredible motivator. She jogged ahead of me, encouraging me to go faster and faster, warning me of cracks and bumps and sticks, telling me I was doing great. Lala was wonderful too. She mostly stayed by my side, occasionally reminding me to breathe. haha.
The only part of the walk they faltered in their enthusiasm was the brutal up-hill portion at the very end. Both slowed down, both wanted to stop. But they soldiered on.
When we got back home, Lala even did my outside stretches with me and both girls did my stretches inside on the living room rug.
They even said it was fun.
I am so proud of them, and so glad for the opportunity to teach good fitness habits to my little ones.
I give myself a good star for the day.
Oh, and here’s my tattoo…