So as you can see from the date of my last post, I have been out of the blog world for a few months, and let me tell you, they were a GREAT few months! There was Christmas, then we got ENGAGED, then a baby was born, and everyone in my world is happy and healthy, what more could I ask for!
The house hasn't seen much action in that time though (I suppose that is the one "more I could ask for!") but you know what, sometimes things work out for the best. I always wanted this blog to be about my house hunting, flipping & selling adventures, but when those things aren't happening, I need a new addiction, and I have found it - Jogging! Yes, jogging!
Ok, I know, not quite the same, and I promise to continue to write about the house when SOMETHING happens with it, but in the meantime I figure I will share my struggles, laughter and pain in my pursuit of learning to jog.
So where did this all start you ask? Well, let me tell you, when a handsome man puts a REALLY sparkly diamond on MY ring finger, it made me think, I should probably get in shape for this "big day"! So when I step on the treadmill I take my engagement ring off and put it behind the little clear magazine holder - for two reasons - a) I can look at it and remind myself that there will be a group of our nearest and dearest coming down to spend a week on a Mexican beach with us, which means I will be in a bikini (as I will this summer as well) and I want to look good for that and b) because when I jog my fingers swell and I don't want the ring to get so tight my finger turns blue!
Why did I choose jogging? It was kind of the easy option really - I had a treadmill in my workout room (along with that dusty, overpriced elliptical) and I thought I should use it (the same feeling has not happened towards the elliptical) .... and two, my little brother started running and him doing it really inspire me to try it out again (I have had half-hearted spurts of trying to learn to jog in the past, hasn't lasted nearly as long as this "spurt").
So one night I hoped on the treadmill and jogged for 2 miles, thought that wasn't so bad, did that for the first 2 months (some nights I just walked, some nights I jogged, it varied) ... pat on the back for me.... and then I looked up what 5k would be on my treadmill and realized it was 3.1 miles, hmmm, ok, let's try that, so I hoped on my treadmill a few nights later and started jogging at speed 5 - incline 4 (I am told an incline of 2 simulates the outdoors, but I am doubtful because I can't run a city block, but on the treadmill..... different story), and I made it the 5k, so I did that again the next time I stepped on, this time at 5.5 speed, done, yeah for me! Then I thought about, what is better - speed or stamina? - and any man or women knows that answer, so the next time I stepped on the treadmill I went back down to a speed 5, incline 4 but jogged for 6k, that was this past Friday, and I did it again today and I have got to say, it feels great, when I push myself there, it makes me feel like I have achieved something that I didn't really know if I could, I really like that feeling! Not to mention I have had a great group of friends and family cheering me on and inviting me out to jog with them (If any of you are reading this, I promise to take you up on the offer as soon as I know I won't fall over and die trying to keep up with you! I am working really hard on that aspect!)
Anyhow, now that the house is finished (and not selling) I have traded one obsession for the next, I am hoping the house sells soon so I can get back to the obsession that involved kicking down walls and tearing up floors, but in the meantime, I can assure you, I will try and keep this jogging thing as comical and real as possible!
xoxo,
S
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