My First 5K

I started off at the Y today warming up by walking seven-tenths of a mile on the treadmill, then I moved to the weight room. I did twenty reps of low weight on each machine. I even got on the "butt machine," or at least that's what I call it. I haven't used that one yet because I thought I would look awkward on it. You have to rest on your stomach and arms and pick your leg up in the back. I can't really explain it and couldn't find a picture of it to post for you. But at any rate, I even did twenty reps with each leg on that machine. (By the way, it wasn't near as awkward as I thought it would be. I will definitely do it again. I could feel the pull in my butt and my abdomen and I liked it. It's the feeling of impending, wonderful changes.)
Anyhow, after the weight room, I went back to the treadmill. I didn't set a time on it, I just thought I would go for however long I felt like going. I didn't have my phone on me and had no pressing engagements to attend to, so I just walked and listened to my Ipod. It was wonderful. When an upbeat song would come on and the mood led me, I would jog. Then I would back down to a power walk or back to a regular walking pace, then maybe back up again a few songs later. I just did whatever I felt like doing. So... I ended up walking an additional 2 and 1/2 miles. With the 7/10ths from before the weight room, that's a grand total of 3.2 miles. My first 5K! I feel so awesome about this. I know it wasn't all in one stretch, but I walked 5K nonetheless... AND worked on weights! Wow! This really feels great!

I feel like I'm being selfish right now and not taking care of those around me that have relied on me to take care of things for so many years. And I know this may sound bad, but right now I really don't care. I have put my health on hold for... well, basically my whole life. It's time to do something for me. Something I want to do, something I need to do, something that's long overdue. As much as I would love to think that I am so important that my household will cease to function without me there for an hour or two, it will not. My husband will be able to figure out what to make for dinner. My children will not die because Mom isn't there to hear all about their day as soon as they come in the door. Life will go on and I will get myself where I need and want to be in the process.

This feels so great! Thanks for coming along on my journey! I hope you have a wonderful night! (or day, whichever the case may be)

Rachel