I’m putting it here because I’m that committed to my goal. I have every intention of running a half marathon (13.1 miles) this October. Just six months after having this baby.
Go ahead and scoff and yeah right me, but I don’t see any reason I can’t and shouldn’t be able to do it. I feel incredibly fortunate to call several Biggest Losers friends, and every one of them has told me that it’s entirely doable, and reasonable. I’m very fortunate to call an incredible trainer a friend, and he also echoes this positive line of thinking.
I swear the next person I tell that I’m planning to run a half mary who scoffs, grimaces, laughs and goes “yeah, mmm hmm, OK”, it’s entirely likely I will kick them in the shin. Let’s see YOU run with broken shins, yeah huh?!
As soon as I get the all clear, my butt is moving again. I’ve only gained 30 pounds in this pregnancy; a respectable gain considering the recommended average is 35 pounds. There’s absolutely no reason I can’t lose that and get back in shape. And why wouldn’t I want to? I am a healthy woman, and I’m going to be a healthy mom. It won’t be as easy as it was before, but it’s certainly no excuse to just let things go and five years from now whine about my “baby fat.” Guess what, five years from now, that’s not baby fat… that’s just fat.
Last year we lost a dear friend to ovarian cancer, and she has a quote on her Facebook page that has always stayed with me:
“So far I have survived assorted broken bones, living in tornado alley, law school, the bar exam (while on chemo) and stage IV ovarian cancer. Bring it!”
No, I’m not fighting terminal cancer here, and I sure as hell haven’t tried to pass a bar exam, but I am trying to do something that most people think is impossible, just like Anna did. I’m going to have a baby and six months later be standing in a crowd of athletes with a big number pinned to my chest… and I’m going to run 13.1 miles.
I work out almost everyday…play soccer every wednesday….eat healthy on a regular basis. Starve myself to be considered still sorta chubby….metabolism, baby fat…yes, Still I have a FUPA that is a seperate entity from my body…one I have to roll up and stick in my grannies daily! So most definitely you can run a marathon just embrace the FUPA a little gift from that angel you are about to deliver :)
I had to go ask what FUPA meant. Sorry I asked.
Shelton, you should also embrace the FUPA, just a little more cushion for the pushin’ :)
I might embrace the cushion if there were any pushin’ going on, but sadly there isn’t. :(