I did my very first 5k today. I had a cold starting to kick in, but it was for a good cause and I committed to walk it. I knew running was out of the question, but i knew I could walk it without embarrassing myself. So I tied on my shoes this morning as the sun rose, and I did it.
I'm currently in the worst shape of my life. Being busier than ever, working out hasn't found its place in my efforts to balance this last year of relocating and getting settled. (I'm ashamed to admit this, but it's true) But I think about it, and as the weather gets better, I've hoped to find some sort of routine that has regular exercise in it.
This 5k was the answer. It was fun, I walked and even ran a little. It was a beautiful day, my body felt fantastic and I could have gone farther. I finished in about 45 minutes--not bad for a computer potato with 40 extra pounds hanging off her frame.
As I returned home to life, something happened. Within me, a spark was ignited. A desire I didn't expect to have, is now there. I want to do it again. I want to do more. I want my family to do it too.
I want to make change. I want to make it a lifestyle. The desire to be different, to be better, is there.
I need to go research 5k training because next time I do a 5k, I'm going to run it.