Actually, it was chucking it down, but here’s the shock – I went out anyway!
Don’t get me wrong, the alarm rang, and I could hear the rain on the window, and I’ll admit to being very tempted to turn over and go back to sleep. After all,
– it would only be one morning I’d miss.
– no one would know.
– I could say I’d done something else instead.
– I could just do it later on if the rain eased.
– no one would expect me to run in the rain.
And they could all be valid excuses. Except… if I miss one run, and get comfortable doing that, then I’d miss another one. And another. And another. And then I’d be back where I started, pretending that everything is okay. Pretending that I’m happy with myself, when inside I feel fat, frumpy and desperately unhappy with that feeling.
So, I got up anyway. Got dressed and went out. And do you know what? It wasn’t actually that bad. Yes, it was wet. Yes, it wasn’t the warmest, but then again I get too hot when I run so actually that wasn’t a bad thing. Admittedly, I didn’t go as far due to altering my route to avoid a really wet playing field, and I definitely wasn’t as speedy as I was watching my footing on the ground, but I still did it.
And the reward for that – I can get into a pair of jeans that wouldn’t fasten properly a week and a bit ago!
I’ve said here that I’m not weighing myself, and I’m sticking to that, but the feeling of being able to put on a pair of jeans and zip them up without having to lie flat on the bed and suck everything in is a brilliant way to track things.
Now that I’m starting to lose bulk, I need to start adding in toning – especially round my middle. So I think, given that I’m usually back about 10-15 minutes before the “normal” alarm goes off, that I’ll start adding in a few crunches and stretches to try to flatten things out. Nothing too fancy, just gentle movements based on pilates – in fact I have Darcy Bussell’s Pilates DVD which has a 20 minute programme.
I’ll see how that goes on my next run!