Eating my words… with a side saladJanuary 10, 2012
By Rebecca Gardiner
Okay, I take it back. I am ever-so-quietly picking up that gauntlet and tip-toeing, backwards, out of the blogosphere hoping no one will notice it was ever there.
It’s been about six-weeks since I boldly announced that come April, I would sub 45-minutes in the Toronto Yonge Street 10k shaving more than four-minutes off of my PB. And, in that time, I have broken some personal records:
– Most donuts eaten in the month of December (13)
– Most consecutive days of wearing sweat pants without working out (9)
– Beat this guy in the fastest scooter race…ever.
But as far as my running goes… I’ve lost my mojo. The desire to run with any sort of intensity or plan has completely escaped me. On top of which, last week I made the brutal error of stepping on the scale. To my horror, it confirmed that I am not suffering from a severe case of holiday bloating as I had hoped, but instead have gained almost 15 pounds since running the Toronto Marathon in May.
Translation? I’m 149lbs. Again. One pound over where I found myself this time two years ago and I’m not only unhappy, I’m physically uncomfortable.
So I’ve got some new goals: I want to get back into it. I want to be fit. I want to be healthy. I want to be able to wear my jeans without a button mark being imprinted on my belly.
Here’s how I’m going to do it.
I’m going to start running again - for real. Last week I started back up with Dr. Stevil’s group. While I am now officially the team’s caboose, the group is so full of insanely dedicated runners that I can’t help being inspired to get back to where I was and push past it. I’ve also signed up for weekly spinning and swimming sessions and weight training starts tomorrow. I’m still signed up for the Chilli Half marathon and Hamilton’s Around the Bay 30k in March, aiming for a PB at the Yonge Street 10k and to finish my first triathlon this summer. I’m also eating better.
In other good news, due to a family history of colon cancer, I have a colonoscopy scheduled for next week. That’s a guaranteed three-pound-body-cleanse right there. Awesome.
In the meantime I’m off the couch and on my way to make a healthy salad with a side of self-righteousness for lunch. That’s what Kenyans eat, right?
If you like my blog, drop me a line and I’ll add you to my mailing list to let you know when updates are on the site. Don’t worry, your e-mail address will be safe with me and my best Nigerian banker friends.