And So It Begins

I am not a runner. Hate it, completely hate it. It's somehting that should only be done when your life is in danger.

And yet I find myself running three days a week. And I've agreed to run a 5K in the fall. I don't know what happened. You want me to swim those 3.1 miles, sure, fine, no problem. But run them? Uhh, no thanks.

My mother is bribing me with a trip to Disney World, and puffed french toast (deep fried french toast rolled in cinnamon and sugar-- next time your at WWD have breakfast at the Crystal Palace it's amazing) and the Food and Wine Festival (finally legal!). In return I have to run a 5K with her. So here I am running, a fair amount actually. I'm giving myself lots of time to train, so I can build endurance and speed.

You see, I'm to competitive for my own good. If I'm going to do this, I'm going to not suck. So here I am, spending my money on nice running shoes- too many years of swimming has worn down my body- and other spiffy Nike gear. You see I figure if I'm doing this it's an excuse for new workout clothes, and I love my Nike stuff. So I've bought more than I could possibly need.

And what I didn't expect is I don't hate it. In fact, sometimes I WANT to go for a run. And I like what it's been doing for my body. I'm under 150lbs for the first time in a few years, and I'm quite happy about it. And I'm not the only one noticing- I had a friend ask if I had stopped eating because I looked so much skinnier than the last time he saw me before Christmas.

So for the next few months I'll be using this blog to chart my progress, both with the runs and with my intentions of healthy eating. Welcome to my journey.