Monday first day run/walking-totally sucked! Sorry to be so crude with my words but it did. It was hard and horrible. My ankles are killing me and so is my back. Holy Moly, I am in pain. I drank a ton of water and then took a nap...he he he. One of the truly great things about staying at home with my children is nap time. I took full advantage today...I can't do this (run/walk) again. I am to fat and too out of shape. I need to call my back ups. Robin, Rhonda and Renea are my sisters and back up team. So I called the experienced one first. She encouraged me and told me how good we will feel at the finish line. We may have to walk more than run but were doing this thing! Yea, for her, she gave me what I needed to go on.
Tuesday 2nd day- Ok yesterday was awful and Robin (my sister that does this all the time) warned me that today would be worse because I would know what was ahead. I had a therapy apt, yes I see a therapist, you don't get this fat without issues. My therapist was very happy to hear that I was exercising. Something about releasing endorphins or some other theory. I cant say "crazy" the therapy world doesn't use that term anymore. So she was happy for me but I know she was thinking " what a lofty goal for someone who takes up a good portion of my couch." So anyway, I went out expecting to have a bad, hard run. I had to take the two younger children and that posed a potential problem. I know the double stroller is fabulous for the zoo and shopping but to run?? I wasn't sure. As it turns out it IS harder to run/walk with a stroller. But I guess it just intensified my workout because not only was I going to make the 13 minutes but my arms and other muscles were going to be used to push the little ones. My goal time today was 13 minutes and I actually went 13.31minutes. Hooray!!! Yes, it is the little things that make me happy.

Wed 3 day -What a wild day I have had. Today was my Dr.s appointment. To figure out why I am getting dizzy and sort of passing out. Something that could be a detriment to my mortal existence. She thinks it is my sugar levels and so I am now on a spontaneous Hypoglycemic diet. Great, so I start exercising and now I am on a diet. Two things fat people HATE! The good news is that likely the passing out will stop AND maybe I will lose some weight. Although I think it would be kind of funny for a person of my considerable size to be running in a marathon with anorexics. Just kidding, I would hate to offend all the skinnies. As it turns out a power greater than I is in charge and so I will go with the flow. I learned a couple years ago when I almost died from Bacterial meningitis that it is ALL in His hands and surrendering is easier than arguing with an almighty, all knowing, all powerful, omnipotent Father in Heaven. Anyway, the day was this wild and so I had not had time to run/walk. So at about 8pm I went next door to use their treadmill. Now, these are some pretty great people here. One of the first reactions I got when I told them I was going to run a marathon was "December of what year?" They are so hilarious that we all just laughed at that and it was at that moment that they secretly pledged themselves and their home in helping me accomplish this over reaching goal. How fabulous is that? What a strength. However on this night, going over to their house, while they were there, running seemed.....well, embarrassing. Yep, it is humiliating to have people around when all of your "stuff" jiggles, wiggles and in general dances in a very unpleasant way. Again, they were very gracious and tried not to watch the show I would put on for them. Tonight was to be a 15 minute run/walk. The treadmill was at an angle and I had to set the speed. Now, for a fat person having people in the room is bad enough, but having to set your pace is horrifying. So I set it at a decent pace that I thought may be a bit too much but that wouldn't be too horrible either. Guess what? It was excruciating!!!!! I had to quit, and frankly lie about how long I was on, after 10 minutes because I was in intense burning pain. I mean cant breathe kind of pain. The pain you get when you have cramps, fall off the porch and then get hit by a car, pain. Yep, I am done running, this must be the end for me. How can I possibly think I can run a marathon with people who train for a year or more. I am too fat and too out of shape(ha ha cause I have lots of shape) to be training for a race less than 4 months away. What in the world was I thinking....idiot is what I am thinking!


Thursday- I do not want to run! Running on the treadmill last night kicked my bum and I am still paying for it. So I skipped out on my morning run. By afternoon I was feeling the guilt only I can heap upon myself. I decided that I was going to run after Sara came home from school/ here is reason #1 I should ALWAYS run in the morning/ but when she got home I had important errands to run. I mean the dishwasher has been out of commission for months and Cris (husband) will fix it with the right part. So I went to the parts store. Then I had to take library books back and so forth until finally it was time for soccer. Yep, there goes the whole day. After soccer there was a school function and the of course a late dinner out. So when I had time to myself again it was 10pm. So instead of running around my sort of scary neighborhood at night I decided to forgo the treadmill and run in front of the TV. Here's what I learned; Standing in one place is not fun.Period. I had to get creative and run our basement, which happens to go in a circle and was perfecto for a nice run. I ran the whole time and went 3 minutes over to make a full 20 minutes! must say it was different for me in that, after about 3 minutes I felt GOOD. Yep, I said good! My upper legs (I am sure there is an actual name) above my knees felt fabulous. I mean I really liked the feeling. On the other hand my lower legs (below the knee) felt awful. It was like my body was having some kind of adverse reaction while at the same time in a weird state of paradise. Yep, no need to tell me I'm odd, I've known that for a long time but aside from my oddness I have to wonder if others have similar experiences. Asking a real runner about running is like asking the ice cream clerk about the local vegetarian restaurant.. They would look at me as if to say "you have got to be kidding me fat lady, you actually think you can or WOULD run farther than the refrigerator?" So I must wonder to myself and all of cyberspace. Is this normal? I asked Robin and she tried to be supportive but I could tell that she in her wonderful, supportive, sisterness had NO idea what on earth her plump yet wonderful sister was talking about. So even though tomorrow is our scheduled day off I think I might run.....for pleasure!