Ben and I have both been exercising regularly for over a year now - since the beginning of 2009. We both started out walking (mainly treadmill), with Ben moving on to running soon after. Ben loves to run, has been in several races, including a half-marathon in August, and is sad if he has to go more than two days without running. Me, not so much. I walked for several months, then moved onto jogging, with walking several minutes in the middle of my "run." But I never really enjoyed it. I did it to lose weight, and then to keep the weight off. And I liked to feel good about being healthy. And I like to eat, so exercising allowed me to eat (within reason) without feeling guilty or gaining much weight. So I continued to run four days a week, but never really enjoyed it.
But lately that has changed. I finally took Ben's advice and started running at a slower pace. Until a couple of weeks ago, I would run myself hard for 8-10 minutes, then be out of breath and have to walk 4-5 minutes to be able to run again. I always thought if I did it long enough, my body would get used to it and I would be able to run the whole time. But that never happened. Ben has been telling me for several weeks that maybe I should slow down my pace. I don't take advice well, and always thought if I slowed my pace I would be giving in, and that eventually my body would get stronger.
Finally, at the beginning of January, I decided to give slowing down a try. And within 2 weeks I am able to jog almost the entire 30 minutes, without completely losing my breath. I only went from 5.0 miles per hour to 4.5 miles per hour, so I didn't give in by much, but it has made all the difference. And since I'm not killing myself, I don't hate to work out quite as much. I really think this is a turning point for me.
Which is good, because I am going to have to make good on a promise. Months ago I told Ben I would run the 5K Race for the Cure in May. But in the back of my head, I was thinking I might not. Not only because I didn't want to run a race, but also because it is a Saturday in mid-May, the same day as Maria's recital, Maria's probable family birthday party, and Sam will have a soccer game that morning. So it would be much easier for me to stay home a get the kids where they belong rather than ask someone else (grandparents) to do that.
But now the Smiths are getting a treadmill. And Lisa has pledged to do Race for the Cure with Andy, Ben, and me. Which means I am not going to be able to get out of this. But my new goal is not just to finish it, it's to run the entire time, rather than have to walk some of it. Will I break any speed records? No way. But I will reach a personal goal I never thought possible, and that will be quite an accomplishment for me - someone who has never been athletic in her entire first 38 years of life.