"I think I can, I think I can, I think I can...."

I am one of those people that constantly complain about being out of shape, how I can't run from here to my car without feeling like I'm going to pass out and how I wish I could wear those itsy bitsy teeny weeny bikinis.  But do I do anything about those wishes? Nope. I just wish.  And then I go and eat a loaf of bread or munch on anything carbs! 

Now not that this is an excuse, but in a way, it kind of is!  I am a single, working mom.  I don't have time to work out.  Seriously!  Yes, I've heard people say, "You can always make time if you really want to!".  Okay, maybe if I knew I was going to die if I didn't work out, then I'd fine the time.  But really, there is no time. Think about it: I get up around 5:30am, get ready for work, pack lunches, get the kids up, feed them breakfast, get them dressed, my mom picks up Eli and I drive myself and Sophie Jeanne to school.  And that's just the morning!  And then in the evening, we get home around 4:30, homework, dinner, baths, stories, bed for the kids.  There is NO time during the day to head to the gym.  Nor would I even want to! I'm exhausted even just thinking about my day!

So a few months ago I decided that I was going to purchase a treadmill.  I mean, it makes perfect sense.  I can't go OUT to work out and honestly, I hate gyms.  So if I can work out in my home, it would be so much better.  Thus, this lovely piece of equipment was purchased (remind me to tell you the long story about that - it has to do with a cougar and a cub!)......

Can I just tell you, this is the best purchase I've made in a long time.  I'm not running marathons on it, nor am I even on it everyday.  But it's so convenient.  I can just hop on whenever I have a free 30 minutes. My kids can be playing in the next room and I can get in a quick workout.

For the past couple of months, I've been walking for 30 minutes.  Then this week, I decided that I was going to try to run.  Now for anyone who knows me, running is not my friend.  I have fantasies about being able to run for miles but in reality, that's not me.  So yesterday, I pumped myself up, raised the speed up to 5.0 and ran.  I ran for TWO miles!  That's like a miracle!  Two miles....did you hear me? For a normal person, you're probably laughing your ass off because two miles is...well TWO miles.  But to me, it's something to brag about.  Granted it was a slow two miles.  But still.....  And then today, two more miles and it was a bit easier.  But boy, am I sore!  My body hurts in places I didn't even know could hurt.  But it's a good hurt, you know what I mean? Maybe someday I'll be able to wear this:

Cutest suit ever.  Betsey Johnson and expensive.  But if running helped me to look like that, I'd spend the money! Now I just have to limit my carb intake..... yea right! :)