A couple of weeks ago I had posted on the Weight Watchers message boards about feeling quite overwhelmed by the running program. If I felt like I couldn't run for 90 seconds without dying, how would I ever run for 30 minutes straight? Or run five kilometres? It seemed to me an insurmountable challenge.
I have amazing family and friends who are runners. One of my Aunts ran the New York Marathon to celebrate her 50th birthday! But I don't really know anyone who is quite overweight and runs. I felt like maybe I was being foolish, thinking that I could really be a runner and be overweight. Maybe I should stick to walking until I've lost 30 lbs, I thought. I can't really do this.
But I got some tremendous advice, from other women who, like me, started running while overweight. A lot of them started when they were nearly the same weight that I am now. And that was encouraging. (I like a benchmark!)
Poster after poster reminded me that I can do it. It's a mental obstacle, more than a physical one... but when it is a physical one, maybe I should consider changing my pace.
I wasn't sprinting, by any means. The speed I'd set the treadmill at was probably a leisurely, comfortable pace for most runners.
But I had forgotten that I'm not most runners. I'm a beginner.
So I slowed down. And it feels less impossible now.
I took almost two weeks off due to travel and another stupid illness, but I hopped back on the treadmill today. I'm still sick, but I'm tired of feeling sick and hopeless and sad about something that is within my power to change. I decided that I'd go slow, and if it got too hard (you should picture me with some kind of snot-bucket strapped to my face) and I couldn't breathe, that I would just walk.
I slowed down, and I did the whole workout, and I know I can do it again. I believe in myself. And I didn't before.
So thanks, Ladies of the ww message boards. This tortoise thanks you for your stellar advice. I might not win the race, but at least I'll be in it.