Ok so this is my first post. The concept of this seemed easier when I was talking about doing this with my husband earlier on. Now I am thinking who wants to read about my goings on.
I was full of ideas earlier now my mind is blank. That is something that seems to happen to me a lot more frequently since the arrival of the boys (two lovely healthy and hopefully happy children - four and one). Who knows how I wasted my time before them as now I seem to have a million and one things to do everyday and finding time even for the small things, ooooohhhhhh like having a pee for two minutes in peace seems to be a major challenge. Pretty much the same as most people with children - thats life- nothing special.
In fact there is nothing special about me full stop. I do all the things that every working mum does and try my best to keep the plates spinning. I am glad that my plate spinning crockery of choice is a run of the mill M&S set as I frequently am prone to dropping the odd one or two - or four or five.
Anyway how did I come about doing this? This year has been a strange year. At the start of the year I decided to create a list. I called it my 11 for 11. Maybe I will share, maybe I wont. I have it in my wardrobe and look at it to remind myself what I wanted to achieve this year.
Here are two :
1. Baby production is now over. Loose weight.
2. Get fitter. My exercise extended to walking (very slowly) to the nursery a couple of times a week (and to the kitchen to eat another Kinder Hippo - those things are addictive)
So weight is much better from where I started. From my heaviest I have lost just over seven stones. Still a work in progress. Not far to go. Keeping it off will be the challenge.
My husband runs. He has continually amazed me for the last few years with his dedication and his endurance. I will admit at nearly 37 weeks pregnant in 2010 and a BMI that would have made a consultant faint I did question his dedication (obsession) to running, whilst struggling to cope with the heat waiting for him to finish the Edinburgh Marathon. Do you know I may have even called him a selfish tw*t that day ( I was really hot and irritable in my defense). I was more concerned about the fact my feet appeared to be moulding themselves around my Birkenstocks and I honestly thought I may had to have them cut off. However I was so so proud as he crossed that finish line.
He has always told me that I had it in me to run. Last year a friend on facebook posted a video about an Amercian guy who lost loads of weight and started to run. It made me cry it was so touching. I think it touched me so much because he was getting to where I would have loved to be.
My husband watched it and said "start small and think about a 10K". I smiled and said I would, but please how on earth would some of my weight (then) walk 10K, nevemind run.
As the weight came down I started going to the gym. Then stopped. Then started. Then stopped. Then a gym instructor listened to my story and about my Forrest Gump hubby. I told him I wanted to run a 5K or possibly even a 10K (I decided that I had better not be too ambitious, I once told a guitar teacher I wanted to be like the girlie from the Pixies after taking a few lessons. I don't think a stuttering Twinkle Twinkle is quite in the same league as Debaser) . He created a program that really really suited me. Not just a "I'll put you on this because its what everyone does" program. I found I began to enjoy the treadmill more and more.
I began to work myself up to going out in public to run................
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