This post is going to start with a sigh.
Why? Because the issue I’m about to discuss is one I hate talking about. It’s the issue of my body. Momma always said (and my Grammie still says) “getting old stinks!”. I know I’m not old, but I feel myself aging and I see it in the mirror. The girls are not where they were two pregnancies ago. The belly is a constant battle of the bulge. And I am pretty sure my booty is slowly sliding down my thighs.
We all know that if you want something, you have to work for it. As Jillian says “you can’t phone it in”. I think the problem is that those of us in our thirty-somethings are young enough to remember a time when we didn’t have to work for it so much. (So hopefully when I’m a fourty-something, it’ll be really engrained into my brain.)
I have the privilege of having a tremendous group of girl friends. We are all roughly the same age and have all come to the conclusion that we are ready to work a bit to feel better about ourselves and to be more healthy. (Ok, most of us have come to this conclusion and some of us are actively doing something about it!) Plus, hearing your husband say “YOWZER! Your butt looks HOT in those jeans!” is always quite flattering. 😀
Speaking of which….I love this commercial and the other one where the friend runs over to her neighbor and shakes her bootie at her to show off her jeans.
Recently, one of my girlfriends who has really been working hard to lose some post baby weight chimed in “hey! would you girls be interested in doing a 10K race with me in September?” All my girlfriends enthusiastically agreed and I just sat there for a moment.
You see….I hate running. In fact, I am not totally sure that word fully explains my feelings about running. I keep trying to like it, really I do. I have tried and tried and tried. And I still hate it. Mostly because I totally suck at it. I mean lowsy, lowsy, lowsy. I’ve heard the whole practice thing, blah, blah, blah, blah. It’s hard to keep doing something you stink at and don’t enjoy. I never can decide if I don’t enjoy it only because I stink at it or if it’s because I really just don’t enjoy it. If I get better at it, will I like it?
I reluctantly agreed to do the race. I warned them that I probably wouldn’t be happy about it, but I agreed. Why? Why would I agree to do something I HATE doing?
Because the girls are not where they used to be, my belly is a battlefield and my bootie needs a lift.
On Monday, we had practice and it was raining. It was 50 degrees (maybe) and it was raining. And I ran in it. I hated every minute of it. I couldn’t breathe and I was mad, mad, mad at myself for being in this position at such a “young” age. Why can’t I breathe and run?
Today, I’m totally glad I did it. I’m working on having a happy heart about it for the future too. I’m not going to run in the rain anymore (if I can help it anyway) because ew to being cold and wet. But I am going to keep running. I am going to keep doing something I hate because I love myself. And I can do better. Incidentally, I probably ran over one mile yesterday (I walked another mile). Go me!
So on Sunday, September 26, pray for me that morning. Cheer me on in your heart as I do something I loathe, hate and despise with people I cherish, love and adore because I love myself and I CAN DO BETTER!