Last January, some of you read this post and 152 of you made a pact with me.
And there's no way I'm going to forget that.
Truth be told though, I fell off the bandwagon for four months after I finished the triathlon in 2011, got back on the bandwagon with a vengeance, swore to myself that I would never fall off of the bandwagon again, finished the triathlon in 2012, and within a few months, started to fall off of the bandwagon again - only this time, I broke my leg (literally) as I was falling off of the bandwagon.
Of course, a wise woman (but I've never claimed to be wise) who had plans to jump back on the bandwagon after her leg healed would have probably spent her three, unfortunate, sedentary months (I was in a cast and on crutches and then in a foot boot.) eating well, maybe doing some upper body exercises and getting on the elliptical as soon as her doctor gave her the ok, but not this girl.
I took those three sedentary months as an opportunity to watch Netflix and eat food.
Why stop at one cupcake when you bought two? After all, you've got a broken leg, so you deserve it.
Why settle for a medium Coke at McDonalds, when they charge the exact same price for a large one? It's hard for you to get around, so it would be smart to have a large drink by your side so you don't get dehydrated.
And why pass on that pint of ice cream? Your husband bought if for you and you don't want to hurt his feelings. Plus, you've got a broken leg.
Like I said, I've never claimed to be wise, and I've got an extra 12 pounds to prove it.
But (thankfully) I created some pretty strong physical pathways (like I discussed in this post) while I was jogging the last few years, so I kind of miss it.
I miss how it feels to be outside and out of breath. I miss what it sounds like when my feet hit the pavement, one after another, after another. I miss how a mile or so into every run, my stride starts to feel good and my mind starts to clear.
Oh ya, and I miss how my jeans used to fit.
The doctor said that I couldn't run until February and that when I did, it was going to be painful, (The break healed quick, but I've still got a lot of swelling and a lot of pain from all the torn tendons.) but I woke up last Saturday morning and I felt like running. Then I got busy painting in the kitchen and totally forgot about it. But I felt like running Sunday morning too. And Monday morning as well.
And so finally, on Tuesday, I laced up my shoes and went running.
And Coley went with me...
The first half mile wasn't good. Every time my left leg hit the ground, I felt sharp pain. And I'm guessing it didn't look too good either because Coley kept glancing over at me with a worried look on his face.
But then the sharp pain dulled down to just an ache and I started remembering what I love about running.
I have to admit that as I typed that last sentence, I thought to myself, "I kind of hate running." But somehow I still love it.
It's the strangest thing.
So this last year didn't really look like I had envisioned it. Yes, I did the triathlon, but I had also signed up for a smaller triathlon and several other runs and didn't do any of them.
And I'm feeling chubby and discouraged.
But I'm back.
I'm rethinking some of my fitness goals. Maybe a half-marathon and no triathlon? (I've recently developed a bit of a fear of my bike. Actually, I'm not afraid of my bike, I'm just afraid of falling off of my bike while coasting 30 mph downhill on chip seal asphalt in a tank top and biking shorts while out in the middle of nowhere without any cell phone coverage.)
So I'm not quite sure what 'being back' is going to look like, but I'm still back.
And I'm thinking about 152 of you.
I'm wondering how the last year looked for you. I'm wondering if you met your goal? Missed your goal? Failed miserably at your goal? Forgot about your goal? Resented your goal? Recommitted to your goal? Reset your goal? Cried because of your goal? Kicked your goal's butt? Let your goal kick your butt?
My story last year wasn't a total success and if I know anything about human nature, I'm guessing yours wasn't a total success either.
That said, I think most of us have an unhealthy definition of success and that's what causes us to fail. We think its all or nothing. We think its pass or fail. We think its black and white.
But it's not.
One of my favorite quotes is: "Success is the sum of small efforts repeated day in and day out." R. Collier
152 of you made a pact with me and regardless of your definition of 'success', I'm ready to hear from you. You said you would and unless you got bored with my blog and therefore are never going to see this post, you've got no excuse.
So what was the sum of your small, repeated efforts?
Don't overthink it, don't over-analyze it, just remember that you made a pact and start typing in the comments section of this post.
- What did the last year look like for you?
- What small efforts did you make? What repeated efforts did you make? Do you feel like the sum total of those efforts was a success? A failure? Something in between?
- Can you link us up to photos of you walking, jogging, racing, exercising? (Facebook, blogs, Instagram, Flickr?)
- Ready to recommit?
I'll leave 152 of you with some inspiration from Sean Combs (You know...Puff Daddy, King Combs, P.Diddy) to get you typing.
And heck, if you're not part of the 152, but Puff left you feeling so inspired that you're ready to join in, feel free to leave a comment yourself.