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Week 1, Day 1 - Yes, I made a New Years Resolution

So cliche but I did it. I made a New Years resolution to lose weight, get in shape, and run a half marathon. I would laugh at myself too but I am the person who is actually going to do it so I don't have to feel stupid about it. My reason for blogging about my training is twofold. First, peer pressure. A lovely high school friend of mine told me that if I blogged she would follow. So this is for you Kila. Hopefully I will have more than one follower and hopefully you will get some kind of stimulation or inspiration from reading it. My other hope is that, by writing about my journey, I will FIND inspiration when I need it. Like having a shrink, right?

I call it a New Years resolution, but in all reality this half marathon thing has been in my head for a while. In fact, 9 years ago I was training for a half marathon when we moved to England. When we got there I kept running but, if you've been to England you know that there aren't really city blocks. The streets wind all over the place and even a girl with a keen sense of direction can get lost very easily. So I quit running and started spinning. Actually, when we lived in England I was in the best shape of my life so those are the pictures I am using as inspiration. You know how it goes, you find that picture and think, wow, I looked good...cry a little bit...and then get yourself a bowl of ice cream and a list of excuses, right? Anyway, my idea here is that if Jake can do Ironman, I can do a half marathon. Lots of people do them and I want to be one of them. So there it is - Rock & Roll Half Marathon - Chicago - August 1, 2010.

Week 1, Day 1 I got on the treadmill in my basement and started running. Sloooooooooooow, but running. I think I made it 2 miles or maybe a little more and it actually felt pretty good. I mean, not good like sleeping in on a Saturday, but relatively good. Over the course of week 1 I managed to run three more times with my Saturday run lasting a whole 4.3 miles! Good job me!

Along with running, I am also counting calories and I mean counting.calories. I don't mess around with this stuff. Its ON in the calorie department. CALORIES IN, CALORIES OUT. Check out www.livestrong.com/myplate...freaking awesome site. You can track everything you eat and the site has the nutritional value of every food I have searched for so far. Even the Harry & David Flax Seed Tortilla chips I ate today (seriously...who eats flax see chips? They are awesome actually. Give them a try).

There you have it. I have 21 pounds to lose to be at my goal weight, and its a pretty agressive goal weight. I'm not messing around with this. Its time to get strong and, more importantly, have my cute jeans make my butt look really good. Ha!

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  1. willadeanJanuary 13, 2010 at 12:32 AM

    I have NO DOUBT you will acieve your goal- all of it!! And you already look fantastic-- you're gonna be smokin!!! Xxoo

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