On Tuesday night, October 13th, I finally got myself back on my treadmill, with whom I have a love-hate relationship with.
Whenever I get bored or lose motivation, I hate the machine that is always waiting for me in the corner of my basement. When I'm motivated and seeing progress, I love the treadmill and think about it often. Of course, just because I think about it, doesn't mean I spend quality time with it.
So on Tuesday, I finally decided I haven't been getting enough pure cardio into my workouts. I popped in a workout video; one I haven't tried yet but has been in my house forever, and hopped on the treadmill. I did intervals, switching between walking and running and changing the incline. I sweated but felt great running! I was trying to remember why I stopped shortly after discovering I can actually run earlier this year.
As a kid in school, I NEVER finished a mile run, even though we had to do it twice a year. I always preferred to "power walk" it. I was a thin, tall kid who was probably very able to do it, considering I rode my bike and rollerbladed everywhere. I don't know if I didn't want to sweat or if I thought it was just too hard, but I figured since I could walk it in 13-15 minutes, I didn't need to run it!
When I started my fitness journey in January of this year, I worked my way up to being able to run 3.10 miles (5K) without stopping. Then, I did the worst thing for me...I stopped working out completely. Why? I have no idea. I'd love to say I didnt have the time, but I think it was that I didn't think it was important to make the time and I was losing motivation because the scale wasn't showing any progress, even though my clothes were telling me otherwise.
This time around, I'm determined to keep up the exercising. I need to push myself to fit it into my schedule, even if it means getting up earlier in the morning, and I really need to focus on staying within my allowed calories for the day. Unfortunately, I've always had an unconditional love of food.
Here's to another mile of running logged on the ever-faithful treadmill!
Whenever I get bored or lose motivation, I hate the machine that is always waiting for me in the corner of my basement. When I'm motivated and seeing progress, I love the treadmill and think about it often. Of course, just because I think about it, doesn't mean I spend quality time with it.
So on Tuesday, I finally decided I haven't been getting enough pure cardio into my workouts. I popped in a workout video; one I haven't tried yet but has been in my house forever, and hopped on the treadmill. I did intervals, switching between walking and running and changing the incline. I sweated but felt great running! I was trying to remember why I stopped shortly after discovering I can actually run earlier this year.
As a kid in school, I NEVER finished a mile run, even though we had to do it twice a year. I always preferred to "power walk" it. I was a thin, tall kid who was probably very able to do it, considering I rode my bike and rollerbladed everywhere. I don't know if I didn't want to sweat or if I thought it was just too hard, but I figured since I could walk it in 13-15 minutes, I didn't need to run it!
When I started my fitness journey in January of this year, I worked my way up to being able to run 3.10 miles (5K) without stopping. Then, I did the worst thing for me...I stopped working out completely. Why? I have no idea. I'd love to say I didnt have the time, but I think it was that I didn't think it was important to make the time and I was losing motivation because the scale wasn't showing any progress, even though my clothes were telling me otherwise.
This time around, I'm determined to keep up the exercising. I need to push myself to fit it into my schedule, even if it means getting up earlier in the morning, and I really need to focus on staying within my allowed calories for the day. Unfortunately, I've always had an unconditional love of food.
Here's to another mile of running logged on the ever-faithful treadmill!
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