10 weeks ago I was not a runner. At all. There are many long standing jokes in my family and most have to do with me being a prized "eater,"
not a runner. The only thing that I have ever run after is a good piece of pie.
Not a joke.
Me and my friend Emily, feeling sporty. Had someone told me that I would complete a 5k in less than 10 weeks (yes running the whole time) I would have chuckled. More than chuckled, I would have bet them a pie they were plain crazy.
That was before 2 things happened: 1. Began tipping the scales into the "holy crap" zone.
2. Had a casual discussion with a neighbor who "became a runner" this year. This was a shocking revelation...I didn't know you could "become a runner." I thought you had to be
born a runner.
Again, I was born an "eater"
not a runner.
Today, I ran and completed my first 5k and boy do I have the running bug now. You might remember that my husband was supposed to run this with me, but that didn't happen. 3 weeks into the training and POP! Now he needs two new knees. It's tough being old.
The family came to cheer me on and that was fantastic.
The family, before the race.
The Cowtown herd.
Emily and her baby Reese. Her husband ran pushing their two young daughters in the jogging stroller.For more about my journey into running and how I was able to work my way up to a 5k, clickhere. Weekly Dinners
Sunday- Grilled Chicken, baked potatoes and Brussels sprouts
Monday- Beef Stroganoff with Portabella mushrooms
Tuesday- Cream of Broccoli Soup and green salad
Wednesday- Pulled BBQ Beef Sandwiches w/ kale slaw
Me and my friend Emily, feeling sporty.
Had someone told me that I would complete a 5k in less than 10 weeks (yes running the whole time) I would have chuckled. More than chuckled, I would have bet them a pie they were plain crazy.
That was before 2 things happened:
1. Began tipping the scales into the "holy crap" zone.
2. Had a casual discussion with a neighbor who "became a runner" this year. This was a shocking revelation...I didn't know you could "become a runner." I thought you had to be born a runner.
Again, I was born an "eater" not a runner.
Today, I ran and completed my first 5k and boy do I have the running bug now. You might remember that my husband was supposed to run this with me, but that didn't happen. 3 weeks into the training and POP! Now he needs two new knees. It's tough being old.
The family came to cheer me on and that was fantastic.
The Cowtown herd.
Emily and her baby Reese. Her husband ran pushing their two young daughters in the jogging stroller.
Sunday- Grilled Chicken, baked potatoes and Brussels sprouts