A LONG way to go

I'm not a runner. Not in any sense of the word. Not. At. All.

I also haven't started officially training for my half marathon. Nothing more than walks, and not nearly enough of them. Today I did a 5K with my sister-in-law and one of her friends. I felt bad because I think they probably would have liked to have run it, but I held them up. I ran for a good couple minutes... that's it. And it's been 2 1/2 hours since we finished it and I still feel like I have an elephant standing on my chest.

Yay asthma!

I am fully confident that I can train and be in shape to finish a 13.1. It may be predominantly walking, but there is NO doubt in my mind that I will finish in the allotted time. None. But I just hate, hate, hate that I am unable to run any length of time. I never have been. The furthest I've ever run consecutively in my life is slightly over a mile. My lungs hate me. I hate looking at runners out having what seems to be like a leisurely run with friends chatting and whatnot. I look at them and think "I can do that!" and then I try.

It's frustrating.

But, I'll look at the positives. I am down 49.1 lbs. That's a lot of weight. I walk a LOT faster than I have in the past. I LIKE being active. I am confident that before my 13.1 I will lose at least 40 more pounds. I will move even faster and easier then. And the more I move, the easier it will get. Right?

My official training starts in 17 days. 20 weeks of training. Which means I'm only 22 weeks from the actual half marathon. That's not THAT far away, and I still have a LONG way to go.

Getting real

When I stepped on the scale yesterday morning it said 219.2.  That means I have said goodbye to 5 "decades" of weight. And that I'm down 45.3 pounds. It's starting to get real that I really have lost this weight.

I still have a long way to go. 65 pounds, to be exact. But I'm looking ahead. I'm looking ahead to when I've lost another 4.7 lbs. I'll have hit the 50 lb mark. Still 60 to go, but you know, 50 pounds is a pretty decent start, I'd say.

It was a cool day today in Denver so I wore jeans and a shirt. My "skinny" (the cut of the jeans, NOT my skinny jeans) jeans are now way too big. It was a pain in the butt to be out and about always pulling up my pants. Unfortunately, the next size down is still too small.

I have my first of 3 5Ks this month coming up Saturday night. I'm not prepared in that "I need to run 3.1. miles" way, I'm more in the "I'm going to walk this with some running thrown in there here and there". Besides, they're all fun runs. FUN runs. (And trust me, I'm nowhere near that part where I wake up and think - "you know what would be FUN today? A run!"). Even the 10K that I signed up for in November is a fun run. And I get pumpkin pie at the end. Dude, I would easily travel 6 miles for a piece of pumpkin pie. My training for the half marathon starts in less than a month. I'm about to get really active.

Like I said, it's starting to get real!