I committed to something that should, more than likely, have me committed. (This shit will be a LOT harder than writing a freaking book, man…)
I have agreed to run a 5K mud race.
The proceeds go to the Boys & Girls club of Wayne County.
The event takes place on Saturday, April 13, 2013. It’s going to be held at Busco Beach, in Wayne County, NC.
My friend, Jen, mentioned it the other day on break, and like a fool, I said, “Oh, Girrrrrl! It sounds like FUN.”
Did I mention, Ermagerd?
A 5K run for a pudgy girl like me is do-able. I downloaded the Couch 2 5K ap for my phone and will start that program on Sunday (assuming I can move by then…more about that in a minute).
To kick start our training, Jen and I took eight (yes, EIGHT) flights of stairs at a fairly brisk pace yesterday morning, and then did it again with Jazel, our inner-circle medical professional at 12:30 pm. We made it to the top, and happily, my heart rate and oxygen level were the same as theirs, 20-something and 30-something women. (Yay, ME!)
Today? OMG…I can barely walk. I mean, it’s okay if I get up and stay up for a while, but seat me for more than thirty minutes and I walk funny. Have mercy.
I dropped ten pounds over the past week or so (I started actually counting my calories and logging my movement) and haven’t starved to death. Yet.
So we all started doing research and watching mud race videos. I don’t think just the ability to run 5K is going to do it. I am going to have to actually work out. Upper body strength is NOT my strong point, but it will be necessary for this race. We’re not in it to win it. We just want to finish and say that we did.
I have 11 weeks to get my ass in gear.
One of the guys at work, whose logo I designed some eleven years ago, is going to sponsor us, so we are going to be Shag Daddy’s Dirty Divas. I understand that we have a few corporate sponsors, and Wall 2 Wall Photography is going to pay my entrance fee, so that makes ME a sponsor, as well. I’ve been tasked with creating the “Dirty Divas” logo to add to Shag Daddy’s existing logo. Piece of cake. Will be a hell of a lot easier than the actual TRAINING for this bad boy. That said…I have my work cut out for me.
Now, the hubs, who was in ridiculously good shape before his last surgery, has offered to coach all of us. Well, once he stopped laughing at the idea of me doing this.
At this point, I’m the biggest girl on a team of seven. At 47 years and 7/12 months, I am also the oldest. No worries.
Did I mention I lost ten pounds? This is a good thing. My heavy goal weight is 150 lbs. and my light goal weight is between 135 and 140 lbs. I am old and 5 foot 7 inches. If I play my cards right, I can drop twenty pounds by the race, which will put me within just a few pounds of my heavy goal.
And as I sit here, thinking about the photos and the writing I need to do between now and then, I have to ask myself, “What the HELL were you thinking, Self????”
But I’ll kill this…I’ll meet it head on and beat it like 99.5 percent of every other goal I’ve set for myself.
Positive comments are totally welcome…Fat-girl bashing comments will either be deleted or not approved. Just sayin’, yo.
Cuz, see? I HAVE to do this, and complete the challenge. My boss’s boss heard what we were doing and about fell on the floor laughing with tears coming out of his eyes, and my girls at work (except for Jen) think we’re nuts, so you see why we have to do this and finish.
I’ll keep you posted.
Till Next Time…