6.2

For years I've wanted to run Turkey Trot 5k. Last year, after another Thanksgiving had passed without me following through with it, my co-workers at my new job began to talk about running this year's 10k in Mesa. 

10k. 6.2 Miles. 

I had never even run a 5k, but I thought that if I committed to running it I would be motivated enough to follow through. Then the year went by, and after a brief stint of about 6 weeks in February and March where I tried to live healthy, I let that motivation go. I had ballooned to the highest I had weighed in my life by July 1, 286.5 pounds. On July 1, I decided that if I was going to have any chance of running a 10k in November, I needed to start making changes.

Yesterday, I ran 6.2 miles. It was on a treadmill with 0% incline and it took me 87 minutes, but I RAN 6.2 MILES. Without stopping.

Best of all, I don't feel like I overdid it today. I did not go to my team training class again, in part because I thought it would be a little too much cardio in a short period and in part for personal relationship reasons I hope I never have to blog about. I hate cryptic personal stuff on social media, but I'm gonna need some boundaries with what I write about here - not that anyone is reading!!! It's tough though, because it's all connected. Stress and sleep are a factor in weight loss and health, and when I get very little sleep and my stress shoots through the roof I need to acknowledge it and talk about it in this context, but sorry, I'm not going into detail. It would probably just add to the stress anyway.

So I did a very fun very chill '5k' which was really more of an obstacle course on Sunday, and now I've done a 10k on Tuesday. I'm feeling good about my cardio. I'm down to 239.5 so I have officially lost the NC weight. Operation Healthy Holidays looks seems good, one way or another.

Rest day today, and hopefully sleep tonight. I'll try to go to the gym tomorrow morning and do a very chill run, and then hit my Team Fit class on Friday. Woosah.