Sit. Desk. Write… and Run.

A week and two days ago, I started running.  It wasn’t a planned event, but here I am. 

As I began to chronicle my daily data; weight, distance, and my level of motivation, I realized it was turning into a running journal of my progress–the highs and lows of victories and disappointments.  When I’m passionate about something, I’m driven to write about it.

If you’ve read some of my past posts, you’re aware I’ve been trying to shed a few pounds (alright, about fifteen).  I joined Weight Watchers with a friend and it worked pretty well until WW revamped their program shortly after I began.  All the materials and tools I’d just purchased were rendered obsolete and frankly, I didn’t want to duplicate those costs when I knew I knew how to eat healthy and lose weight. 

If you want to know what led to my spontaneous purchase of a pair of (somewhat) controversial running shoes, my previous post Remind Me Not To Eat Five Brownies… Again says it all.  Bottom line; I had to make some changes.  I’m not getting any younger.  I plowed right in and over the next few days, it seemed my thoughts were flowing into a running journal; my trying something new and not necessarily for fun.  But something I would enjoy sharing.

However, I do not want another blog to manage.  (That would make three; my second is Silver Charmer Jewelry.)

So, I’ve changed my Health section of this blog to A Running JournalIf you’re interested, I will record an excruciatingly honest log of my progress and lack thereof; because I already know this is a two-step forward/one step backward kind of deal.  If you’re on Facebook, I have created A Running Journal page, where the same information will be found, and updated regularly.    

Here we go.  I’m at 1.5 miles (not consecutive) on the 9th day of my new program.  How the universe managed to send me a running partner who’s 21 years younger than me, I’ll never know, but she’s surprisingly exactly what I need to keep me on track.   

My husband went with me the first day when I was determined to run five minutes to break in my new shoes, and heck, we made it six minutes which equaled a half a mile.  He declared he’d never seen me run that far at one time since we’ve been married (almost seventeen years) or in the five years we dated, so… I think he’s still in shock!

It’s all documented in A Running Journal either here in its own section or on Facebook, so I won’t repeat too many details now.  However, the more I run, the more I’m writing, which is why I created this baby in the first place.

Hope you have a great day!  ~ JD here.

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7 Responses to Sit. Desk. Write… and Run.

  1. Candace says:

    You go girl! I don’t think I could run to save my life — sadly, honestly true. Bad knees. But I can walk real fast.

  2. Marla Johnson says:

    My niece started running a year ago…she has 3 boys. I guess running after them was just not enough. She loves it…and has graduated to running in the BIX in the Quad Cities and other things. I have never been a runner (at least that is what I have told myself) I do enjoy walking though. I will cheer you on Gayla….I admire your stick-to-it-tiveness!

    • JD says:

      Thanks Marla ~ I’ve never considered myself a runner either (although I did do a little way, way back when ), but I reached a point where something had to give (and I don’t mean my pants), so we’ll see what happens. Good for your niece! ~ JD

  3. Janean says:

    GOOD FOR YOU!!!! I’ll check out the FB group and check in at the Health section every now and then. So glad your new shoes are working out right along with you!

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