Blood, Sweat, and Tears.... without the Blood

Today's Shout Outs:

Lorraine M, Tina H, Trina K, Denise W, Nancy W, Emily K, Cathy M, Mary Jo A, Claudine P, Sherri T, Betty K, Rosalia H, Linda Mc

PS... Check out all the gorgeous cards that I have received -------------------------------------->

If you want to see all of them individually, all you have to do is click on the video slide and it will take you to the gallery.

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Dear friends,

I hate to exercise for the sake of exercising.  I like doing active things, but I have to be honest and say that I also very much enjoy my sedentary life. After my first initial visit with a doctor back in late June and after I had taken the medication I had been prescribed, I felt much better.  I set some goals... they were vague and like millions of women (and men) they revolved around my weight.  But, I attempted and did get on my 10 year old treadmill and lost a few pounds and I felt good.  I figured I had the rest of my life to work on those extra pounds.  Then things started to go down hill.

Now we are to today and it is what it is, but today I shed some sweat and tears.  I missed the sweat.  I hadn't done any kind of activity that actually led to sweating for a couple of months now and without realizing it I missed it.  I missed the exertion of doing something, anything that might lead to a feeling of exertion without tiredness.

Today, I shed happy tears because I did something that I was in charge of.  I chose my treadmill program and I chose the speed and I stuck to it.  I didn't care if I had to push myself or if I didn't have to push myself.  I chose it and stuck with it. You can't see it but there is a bit of sweat on those fingers.

2 miles, 27ish minutes, 187.7 calories

I chose a set program called Yellow Brick Road and it is a 2 mile program.  I was going to finish it no matter what.  Of course I do consider myself with a bulb or two in the 'ole brain so I did set an achievable goal, but it felt so good to finish.  It feels good to feel good.

And what was most important was that I stared at those seconds passing by wishing they would pass even quicker just like I did before my life changed.  I stared at those calories wishing they would add up faster just like I did before cancer.  I stared at that distance marker thinking that it couldn't end soon enough just like I did before... I felt like I can still achieve those goals that I had before...

I shed a tear when I got half way through and I shed a tear when I was three quarters way through and then I smiled when I was done!  I savored this time and even if I can only do this every couple of weeks, at least I now know that it can be done.

Until next time

-Katie