I had so much fun doing the Bridge Run last year that I decided to do it again this year! And let me just say – this year’s me kicked last year me’s butt!
Today was a GORGEOUS day and my aerial teachers are out of town, stopping me from going to class at all this weekend, so I decided it was time to go for a run. I have run approximately twice since March, and the last time I tried – about two months ago – I only made it two miles, so I decided to set a stretch goal of three miles and see how it went.
I made it six!
There are few greater joys in life than picking up something that used to be heavy and realizing it doesn’t feel heavy anymore. Like a twenty pound jug of cat litter.
I’ve been trying to find ways to be more active and since my aerial gym is only about four miles away, biking there seemed like an easy one. The only trouble was I didn’t actually own a bike. So I bought one!
The company I work for does a competition every summer where employees can register, receive a free pedometer, and then track their “steps” to work toward earning a reward. The rewards are in progressions so the more steps you take, the larger the reward.
Naturally, I’m aiming for the biggest. Fortunately, you can convert non-step physical activity into steps so I’m getting lots of credit for the 5-10 hours a week of aerial I’ve been doing. Unfortunately, even when I do two aerial classes in one day (which I do at least twice a week), it’s not enough.
I enjoy running. I really do. Even when it’s hard, even when I’m out of breath, even when I just want to quit, running is a positive activity for me. I often find when I’m stressed, angry, or upset, my first reaction is to go for a run. And the feeling of accomplishment when I go faster or further than I could before is incredible.
But sometimes, I still don’t make it out the door.
Aerial, on the other hand, I love. And I consistently have no trouble making it to class four, five, or even six days a week – sometimes twice a day. I feel like I could spend all day, every day in an aerial class and I would never get tired of it. Well, my muscles would get tired, but my brain wouldn’t! And that’s what brings me to Part 6 of my indefinitely long series of reaching fitness goals:
I did a color run last Saturday!
For those who don’t know, color runs are races (generally 5k, generally untimed) where you get colored powder thrown at you in the middle of the course. In this case, there were four colors (yellow, pink, orange, blue) throughout the race and then glitter at the finish line. Then at the after party they give you even MORE powder for “color throws” where everyone just throws their powder up in the air and it gets all over everything.
Also, it was raining. So there was that.
I spend a lot of time on this blog talking about losing weight. And there’s a valid reason for that – I’ve put a lot of effort into losing weight, I feel great about the results, and it’s something that a lot of people are trying to do and/or struggling with.
But today I want to talk about something completely different. Today I want to talk about getting bigger, wider even, and why I am absolutely thrilled! Although no, it’s not about the size of my waist.
It’s about the size of my arms.
I ran a 10k on Saturday!
Ever since I moved to Charleston, any time I mentioned running to anyone, the very first response I got was “oh, are you going to do the bridge run?” Fortunately I have a friend at Clemson who told me about the race before I even moved, so we’d already agreed to run it together and I knew what they were talking about. But I still assumed that their insistence that it’s a really big deal was just Charleston people being proud of Charleston.
Turns out I was wrong.
I did a whole, entire pull up all by myself for the first time ever in my entire life. I feel awesome.