We have entered the final countdown to Moving Day! Five days until I load my remaining belongings into my car and drive 500 miles to the shipping port where my car will go via boat to England and I will hop on a plane- beating the car to the UK by a full month. This past week has be shrouded in sad going-away parties and breakfast with the girls (FULL DISCLOSURE: I ate a shamelessly delicious stack of pancakes and some Canadian bacon). I managed another pool visit to swim some laps and even out my embarrassingly tan lines, but no other workouts to note.
Today, in the middle of an enormous thunder storm, the exercise bug bit….hard. In five minutes I was suiting up: running clothes, my woefully neglected sneakers (hello, old friends!), and a raincoat. I hastily grabbed a bottle of water and dashed out the door. A little gift from Above, the rain stopped as I walked outside. I made it to the gym and hopped on a treadmill. I planned for half an hour, but I didn’t want to stop. I ran until my hamstrings got too tight, then I’d speed walk until the pain subsided enough to run again…and again.
1 mile….2 miles…3 miles (“Ok, self, you can stop now; that’s a 5k…..But I don’t want to!”)…4 miles….(“heck, why not?”) 5 miles!
I have never gone so far on a treadmill. 83 minutes. 5 miles. Not a wonderful ratio but I did fluctuate in pace a lot. But the moral of this story is I’m back!!! I was running and freakin’ loving it!!
When I was a little girl, my daddy always called me “bug”, a nickname that has somehow lasted, even though I’m grown. If I called him right now, the call would look like this:
Me: Hey daddy!
Him: Buuug! How’s my Bug doing today?
As I grew and my interest changed, the nickname was modified to fit my current activity (example: Doodle Bug), and when I got married he added my new last name (example: Buggy “Jones”). Hopefully, this newly rediscovered fitness fervor will earn the right to amend the nickname: Workout Bug. Eh? Well, maybe not, but I do hope to continue with working out and loving it. :)
In the midst of my moving to the United Kingdom, working out has become less of a priority…so much so that I am slightly ashamed to say I hardly have worked out the past month. Do you know what today’s “workout” was? I went to the pool, read a novel in the sun, and swam laps. I never used to wear bikinis to the pool because I hated my body. Let me be clear, I have always been in fair shape, perfectly normal, “thin”, an average-sized girl who occasionally has a slight muffin top depending on the time of month but is generally thought of as thin. Today was different. I wanted a tan and, you know what, I like my body these days. No, I don’t have abs. Yes, I would love to lose 5-8lbs, BUT I am so happy. I am young, not bad looking, and happily spending sunny days visiting with family and hanging out by the pool. What could be better, friends? Oh, and did I mention I am fostering a litter of 4 week old kittens that are currently all piled in a sleepy heap on my lap?
Yes, life is good.
And don’t worry, fitness pals, I will get back into a routine when all this international switcheroo is over; in fact, I have already found a yoga class that meets two nights a week. ;) Just two more weeks Stateside, then it is off across the Pond for a new life and new workout routine in a new country.
For now, I will bask in the glory of youth, loved ones, and sunshine. Such is the summer lovin’ of this American girl.
Happy Monday! Cardio today was an evening run on the beach with my husband. We don’t often work out together (mostly because he is usually much more in shape than I am) but this time was nice. When I had to stop (more than once) and stretch my calves (thanks to the tendonitis the muscles don’t loosen but rather continually contract until I start limping), he did sprints. Did I feel like a pansy? Yes. Did I realize I need to run more? Yes. Did it feel great to be moving again? You bet.
Tonight was a good reminder of two things:
1) Running with a buddy is more fun than running alone
2) Sometimes, you don’t even need a gym
The sky was beautiful, the weather and waves were calm, and the time with my husband was priceless. The plan is to be in 5k shape by the end of the month. Happy June!
Psalm 19:1 “The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands.”