In one month I have to publicly wear shorts, tie on my tennis shoes and do the unthinkable–participate in a race. I am not ‘racing’ mind you, merely trying to finish. HOWEVER, this endeavor is so far out of my comfort zone. I don’t compete in physical events. Ever. For a reason. I failed miserably at every “presidential Fitness Test” in middle school and high school. I am permanently scarred from my inability to do a proper pull up. My life has been about avoiding physical activity–as is evident in my current literal ‘shape’. Up to this point I have been optimistic in that my competitive nature and my determination would get me through. It is not in my nature to quit. Once I start something I finish. I thought sheer will power would propel me toward the finish line.
Then I hiked up Stone Mountain.
1.3 miles up. Straight up in some cases. Still, it is 1.3 miles compared to the 5K of the Warrior Dash. 1/2 way up I thought, “I am going to die.” I could literally see my heart pumping in my chest. You would have thought I was the wolf in the 3 little pig story the way I was huffing and puffing. I didn’t quit but I did sit down. I did consider saying, ‘don’t you think this is far enough’ to Colton and Kinsley. I didn’t. I give myself brownie points for that, but I did consider it which terrifies me.
At this point my legs haven’t miraculously de-lumped…guess I thought that simply clicking the “ENROLL” button on the Warrior Dash site would immediately dissolve cellulite? I am a moron. My arms haven’t become shapely. Proof to that was when my precocious daughter (opppsss–did I misspell precious) reached over in the car one day and gave my arm fat a little push as if it were a swing and she wanted to see how high it would go. I am not even remarking on the shape of my non-abs. evidentially, pinning work out on your personal pintrest board don’t count much in the way of calorie control. Guess I was supposed to actually DO the exercises. Yuck.
Good lord. What was I thinking? Rather, what was I NOT thinking as I hit “yes” when my friend threw out this challenge? Even now with all my walking I couldn’t run if my life depended on it. I’ve discovered that my control freak nature will never let me be a runner. First sign of panting or feeling out of control and my body and brain totally freak out. How am I going to overcome that in the midst of thousands of IN SHAPE people who will participate in this event LESS THAN 35 DAYS FROM NOW.
I don’t even have time for the 5 weeks: couch to 5K program. Holy moly am I in trouble.