Inspiration

I just had a brain storm.

I was sitting here, mooning over how incredibly fat and unhappy I am, when I decided to load up my pal Christie’s running blog. She started out doing the Couch to 5k program five months ago (and finished it). She is the one who inspired me to start a journal when I started the Cto5k program.

So the other day I read how she’d run 8 on the 8th, “a virtual race for running blogging friends,” and it seemed like a good goal to have. Since I started running in July, I have logged 23 miles on the track (total -- not all at once!). I’m still on Week 2 of the Couch to 5k program. By Week 9, I will be running 3 miles, three times a week. That’s nine miles total.

Which brought me to this: Christie and a bunch of others ran eight miles on the eighth of December. What if I made a goal of running eight miles on August 8th? Get it? 8/8/08? It’s something concrete to shoot for, and I could think up a really nice reward for myself. It’s just what I need to get me out of this fat funk. I don’t know how realistic it is for me to think I can run eight miles by then, but I’ll never know unless I try. The new Self Challenge will start in February, so I’ll have that to guide me, plus I’m going to see if we can borrow Mr. Wonderful’s truck and bring the treadmill up here. I’ll have to do some rearranging, but I’m pretty sure I can fit it in the office. And I can watch the birdies while I run!

While I’m at it, I’ve got to get my crap out of my old room at my sister’s house because I seriously need to be sleeping in a bed and not on doubled up futon mattresses. I’m old and this isn’t good for my spine.

So that’s what I came up with. I need to lose weight to do this. The pace that I run now, it works for me because of my fitness level and how overweight I am. But if I want to run eight straight miles by summer, I have to lessen the burden my muscles and joints and bones are hauling around all day.

It’s time to quit fucking around.