Every day is a new day.
A day where I get to decide what's going to happen.
Some days I wake up, and the only thing I want to do is curl in a ball with a good book or two, and an endless supply of chocolate.
Granted, neither of those fit into my current plans.
I hop a plane to Maui in about 37 days, give or take a few hours on either side.
Okay, I'm calm now, and I've got goals, people!
37 days may seem like a long time, or a short time depending on my current frame of mind. It's long because I haven't seen my best friend in far too long, but it's short because I've got a lot to do before I leave to bask (and quite probably burn) in the sand and sun of Hawaii.
Since the first day of 2012 I've had my eye focused on the prize.
What prize is that you ask?
No, no, it's not a lifetime supply of chocolate that my husband will feed me as I laze by the pool. Though, if you'd like you could send me a lifetime supply of the smooth, sweet goodness. Any chocolate shop owners out there?
I don't even have a pool, but I've got a whole lot of sand if anyone is interested. If you squint just right it might even look like a beach.
Anyway, the prize is physical and mental fitness. I'm tired of the continual feeling of exhaustion that has plagued me for the last year and a half. I'm tired of not being the healthiest me I can be. Which actually means I haven't really been eating chocolate.
I know, I know, hard to believe, right?
I read everything I can get my hands onto about how to lose that last inch around my waist I want gone. I've done amazing things for my body in the last few years. I dropped over 30 pounds all before the calling in of 2012.
It wasn't enough.
So I gave myself a personal challenge to do 90 days of yoga. Which I mentioned here. I'm still doing amazing with that. Sometimes I even do yoga twice a day. Because of this new routine I feel happier than I have been in a long time, and my core is so much stronger than it's ever been. Plus I can finally do correct push ups.
How awesome is that?
This morning, however, at the beginning of the new day, when the sky was barely pink and the power was still shut off (grrr to the power people and their more and more frequent 'scheduled outages') I decided I needed to do something more to bring my body to the best place it can be, both mentally and physically.
I decided to start running.
I hate running.
In fact I'd rather do just about anything instead of running.
Oh, you need me to clean your septic tank using nothing more than a mop and bucket? I'm on it!
I'm going to love running.
I want to be able to do things without gasping for breath. I want to firm up my glutes and tighten up the last little bit of skin on my stomach.
I want to shock the running shoes off the Marine.
Today was the first day of my 'couch to 5k' running program.
Not that I'm actually planning to run a 5k, but I'd like to be able to run three miles with the Marine. I'd like to enjoy running like so many other people seem to.
I want to be the best me I can be.
I want to continually improve my mind and body.
Yes, I want a lot of things, I admit that.
The big thing is, I'm willing to work for them and not expect them to just happen.
Hard work never hurt anyone.
In fact, the harder I work for something the better I feel when it all comes together.
I've got about three months until the Marine returns to me again. I think 90 days is a decent amount of time, right?
Wish me luck.
And maybe if I run I can start eating chocolate again. :)
Do you have fitness goals, or any goals you'd like to share? Is there something you hated to do, but you forced yourself to do it? I'd love to hear from you.