I’ve been feeling a little like Debbie Downer lately, dealing with some nagging injuries that are just not letting me be at the top of my game.
I’ve been frustrated, which just ends up sabotaging any ground I do gain in my quest for fitness. So I decided to take a step back and think about how this all started in the first place, and rev myself back up.
What was the trigger that got me started? Who were the people I looked at and said, if they can do this, I can do this?
I think after a long time of being unhealthy and unfit, a bunch of things just converged for me that got me on the right path. One I can tell you was the thought of turning 50. Since I couldn’t escape the number, I could do it feeling good about myself. And I plan to stay this healthy throughout my 50s and beyond. No going back.
There are people out there that I admire and knowing them, watching their efforts, even reading their stories helped me to move forward and kept/keeps me on track when I’m having not-so-great days.
I have a coworker, who when I started this job, had just lost 100 pounds. To me, that was absolutely amazing. He did it on Weight Watchers, which is why I eventually went back to Weight Watchers. He had inspired another co-worker as well, so we went together. I have to give her credit for convincing me to go to a meeting with her.
My daughter decided to join too. We were essential for keeping each other on track in those early months. We shared eating plans, we walked together, we kept each other honest. We’re walking again, and I’m so glad we are.
My brother is a triathlete. He is probably the main reason I decided to go this route for getting fit. I’ve talked about him before on this blog. He’s always been a good athlete; he’s always been a competitor. Me? Not so much. But when I said I was thinking of taking up triathlons, he gave me more encouragement than I could have imagined. Not once did he say to me I couldn’t do this, even if he thought it. And he’s been one of my biggest champions along the way. It’s actually given us a whole lot to talk about, whether he’s racing or I’m racing. I hope we’ll be racing together in July. Well, not together actually. In the same race. He’ll be done way before me.
My hubby, who comes with me to every race, at ungodly early hours and cheers me on. And he listens to me go on and on… and on and on… and on and on…. about running and swimming and eating and… And he always asks me how my run was when I come back in the house.
My doctor is also a triathlete. I went to her when I tore my rotator cuff, one thing that made me feel old and really out of shape before I got started. She told me that swimming would be good for the injury. I never looked back.
So many of my bloggy friends are training for various different races, struggling or succeeding with losing weight. I can relate to so much of what you write and so often, it helps me to get through a bad day or push just a little harder when I don’t feel like it.
When I get nervous before races and think about not going, I feel like I would be letting my bloggy friends down, and it’s pushed me to participate. I’m always so glad I did because I really would have been letting myself down.
One of the things that has stuck with me since the beginning, when I could barely walk a mile, was an article in a magazine about losing weight by walking. Almost all of the women featured in that article went on to become runners, something at that time I couldn’t even have imagined. One woman said she ran 6 miles every other day. She’d lost over 100 pounds. That amazed me.
And it made me think,
If she can do it, I can do it.
I’m not quite to six miles every other day yet, but I’m working toward it.
And if I can do it, you can do it.