We Run The Night

As the title implies, Grace and I are moving on to week 3 day two tonight. I've come to really enjoy running the bases at night. Our dog Sally loves to run in the outfield while we run, and since she normally just sits there and looks at us like we're crazy when we try to play with her this is a big deal. She doesn't just "run" either. We expected her to just  run beside us. But when we went the other night she was so excited and didn't stop being excited I thought someone had taken our super chill dog and replaced her with a puppy.

This is kind of what she looked like.

I've also started to enjoy, as well as look forward to running (shocker!). I've realized that keeping a steady pace is key to keep yourself from tiring out to quickly, and the fact that Grace and Sally are enjoying the runs as well is just adding to those good feelings. Running three minutes in a row was a HUGE accomplishment for me. I was in track in middle school, but I don't think it counts when I walked the entire mile we would run, as well as occasionally stray from the trail and stop at my house for a popsicle. (I was hot and tired okay?) I was actually in about every activity you could be in back then, but I was a huge slacker in all of them.

It just makes me really glad to be getting fit, and not letting myself make excuses as to why I can't do it. I CAN do it. I can, and will train for a 5k, because Grace is doing it, because there was a double amputee in the London Olympics (if this guy can make it to the Olympics, I can train for a 5k and not die), and because frankly I've run out of excuses. I've made excuses my whole life, but I've come to a turning point where I can either stop trying and not enjoy life to the fullest, or I can finally suck it up and just do it. It doesn't help that Grace and I went to do a health screening today, and while many of the results were good my BMI and Body Fat Percentage wasn't so thrilling to see.

I have to admit I wasn't expecting stellar, or even good results. I know that I'm unfit. I know that I haven't taken care of my body like I should. However, the results were cold hard evidence that I need to stop putting convenience over my health. Mcdonalds will not go out of business if I don't stop there for lunch, they most likely (and hopefully) won't be saying,

Why didn't Becky show up today?

I cannot stress how important it was for me to realize this. It seems so obvious to some people, but growing up I was taught food (especially artery clogging food) was used as a reward for me. I was conditioned up until my high school years that if you got all A's you went to Mcdonalds or DQ. We ordered pizza on my birthday, and topped it all off with a huge piece of cake, and two scoops of ice cream. These things wouldn't be bad if they weren't habit, but they were, and the day after my birthday I would eat cake for breakfast. This habit of using food as a reward has been so hard for me to shake. Occasionally I'll have this same realization that I need to change my ways, however my whole family (minus my dad)  has almost always discouraged me from any diet or exercise program I've been on. Not to mention the food they served at home was always pretty bad for you, it was really hard to get healthy. Now that I've moved away from all of that and had a chance to spread my wings, I realize I don't just want to eat healthy, I love it!

It's my second true love.

In the end the more information I get about my fast food vice, the more I want to leave it all in the past. I think that with all things holding you back, they hide under the facade they aren't actually holding you back, you just don't want to do whatever it is you're trying to do. However, the truth does come out and you realize you have to shed your vices to move forward. What are some of your vices and what are you doing to break free from them? Let us know below!