Hello bloggy friends. Today, I am partnering up with Amanda from Mom Who Tris and Sue from This Mama Runs for Cupcakes for a new link up called Wonder Mom Wednesdays!
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Ok I'm assuming there are some new people around here from the link up so I'm going to start at the very beginning. I NEVER played sports. EVER! I was never on an organized team of any kind. I never did sports with balls and I pretty much sucked at all things athletic. True story!
During the end of the year in 2007 I decided I wanted to lose weight. I had just had 3 babies in 4 years and I wasn't going to have any more. It was time to reclaim my body. To be 100% honest, I was inspired by the Biggest Loser. I thought if morbidly obese people could go to the gym and workout, then surely I could workout!
So I joined a gym in January of 2008 and I've never looked back. For the first probably year or so I was focused on working out to lose weight. I lost almost 30 pounds in 4 months. I was serious about working out and eating right. I sometimes worked out twice a day. So I lost the weight, but there I was with no goal.
Then my friend Tracey and I met and she talked me into doing my first ever half marathon. I started training in August of 2009 and my first race was in November of that same year. From that moment on, my workouts had different meaning. Now don't get me wrong, I definitely don't want to be a fatty, but losing weight isn't the primary goal of my workouts. Not even close.
I began to realize something through training for events. I enjoyed having a goal, working toward it and reaching it. It kept me motivated and most importantly it kept me healthy. In addition, I enjoyed suffering because the feeling at the end made everything worth it. No one can HAND you training for a marathon. You have to go out there and do the work for yourself. No one does it for you and at the end you can beam with confidence and bask in the glory all your own. It's something I have for myself.
|Suffering (a LOT) at mile 26.1 of the Pittsburgh Marathon|
Somewhere along the way, my focus with exercising also became about something else. 3 something elses if I'm being honest. Nicholas, Ella and Jack.
I noticed that I was being an inspiration to my children. They wanted to sign up for races, they wanted to do triathlon. They wanted to be like mom. They wanted to be healthy. That made me happy in a way I probably can't even articulate.
My kids literally (an figuratively) watch me workout.
That has had an PROFOUND impact on their lives. They think working out is just part of life. They don't really know otherwise; it doesn't occur to them and that's just fine with me! I love that I'm their inspiration. I love that they're trying new things because of me. I love that they understand the importance of healthy habits and I love showing them that hard work pays off.
Now don't get me wrong, when I see a picture of myself and I don't look "fat" (to me) then it makes me happy that I'm treating my body well and I can be proud of it. Honestly though, it's really just a side effect because (if I'm being honest) I'm never going to be 100% satisfied with my body. That's just not me.
BUT (and this is huge). I've totally removed skinny from my vocabulary. I don't even want to be skinny. I want to be fit and I want to feel athletic. While I still don't do sports with balls, I can honestly say I am an athlete.
And that's why I workout!
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