Sometimes you have to take a step back before you can take a step forward. I’m learning how to be ok with that. To not take stepping back as a failure. To just keep trudging along, even if that means I trip a little along the way. I’m not perfect, far from it actually. There, I admitted it.
I’d love to be able to tell you that the pounds are melting off and I’ve already gone down a dress size. But they aren’t and I haven’t. I wish I could post an after picture me rocking a scantily clad bikini. But I can’t (and probably wouldn’t, but I wish I could if I wanted to). Some buff mama I am, right? But I’m still going, even if I’m not keeping up with the pencil thin lady on the treadmill next to me who hasn’t even broken a sweat after running 5 miles. I’m just keeping up with myself.
I had to repeat week 2 of C25k last week, after taking a week off to let me knees heal, and I started week 3 on Saturday. It didn’t kick my butt as badly as I thought it would and I can officially run for 3 minutes straight now. Hey, that’s more than I could do 3 weeks ago so I’d say that is an accomplishment. Maybe I should go celebrate with some ice cream…totally kidding.
I’m proud of myself for hanging in there, even if it meant taking a step back to be able to move forward. I’m pumped about running for 4 whole minutes straight next week.
