Ditch The Diet! Eat Right. Move More. Move On!
I went to lifeguard camp at Mt. Misery (no joke, that’s what it was called) when I was 16.
I can’t remember what time of the year it was, I just remember how freaking COLD the water was! It was a nasty cedar lake and it was freezing! I can see it now, my friend Jessica and I were standing up on the dock with a few other campers freezing our butts off just looking at the water. They tell us to jump in and I hear this (in the best back woods accent I can muster up):
“Nothin’ to it but to do it!”
One of the women we were with plunged in with both feet and didn’t even look back.
What’s this have to do with a weight loss/inspirational/come-to-Jesus-with-your-health blog??
I’m jumping in the freezing water today. With both feet. And not looking back. This is my first post ever.
It’s sort of like when I started running (or my version of running which is very slow). I was heading out the door for the first time and said to my mom “i’ll be back, I’m going for a run”.
I mean I would too, I wasn’t exactly the picture of health and who just decides to start running one day (see My Story if you’re confused). I’m not going to lie, I literally ran one block and walked home. Back in the door, my mom said “you’re back already?”, but for me I just jumped in with both feet. Into the freezing cold water. And I wasn’t going to look back. Soon after, I saw an ad for a 5K run (whatever that was) and decided to sign up. I had no idea if I could actually run for 3.1 miles, but how would I ever know if I didn’t try?
“Mom, I’m gonna do a 5K run. It’s 3.1 miles.” Another really odd conversation, I think she thought I lost my mind!
Race day got closer and closer. I kept trotting around my neighborhood to get ready. Still not going much faster than a turtle in peanut butter, but I was going and that’s all I cared about! Race day got closer and I carb loaded (isn’t that what you’re supposed to do?). I made sure I got a really good night sleep. I left extra early in case I hit traffic.
I finished. My feet went one step at a time until I got to 3.1 miles.
There was no feeling in the world like crossing that finish line. I really didn’t care what my time was or what place I came in, I got the shirt. I got the shirt that said I ran that race and I wore it until it fell apart. I still have my race number (bib) that I wore on my shirt!
I run every race for the shirt. It’s never about the time or my age group rank, it’s all about the shirt or the beer garden or the friends waiting at the end. It’s just about me putting one foot in front of the other and remembering that it all started with one block.
One foot in front of the other, one block at a time. Just start. Something. Anything. And do it for the shirt. Or the bragging rights. Or the story. Doesn’t have to be running either… do you like to ride your bike? Swim? Zumba? Heck I don’t even care if you crank the music up in your house and dance around, it all counts!
“Nothing to it but to do it” – Right?