Ten days.

I wish all the anticipation was building and getting me excited, but it's not.
I'm just flat-out over it.
I am partly bummed because my goal of losing 30lbs before my 30th birthday has fallen short to just 20lbs- still good overall, but not what I was hoping and I know I only have myself to blame. A leak in our bathroom shower ate a serious dent into "birthday fun" money *(shaking fist in the air and yelling at Dave Ramsey) and wiped-out our small savings for new floors for our kitchen- something that I have been dreaming of since we bought the house almost 4 years ago and keeps getting pushed to the back burner. 
Couple those things and a few more disappointments along the way and my attitude has turned a little sour overall.

So, I have decided to re-focus on exactly why I am doing this.

It's for them.

It's for Eli, Ileigh and their daddy.

I want them to have a healthy mommy, who tried everything she could to stay healthy and be with them for as long as possible, even if she wasn't born with stellar health genes.

I want to set a positive model of health and exercise for them.

I don't ever want my kiddos to find themselves thinking "Well, my parents aren't very athletic, so maybe I'm just not either; I don't even want to try". I want them to believe that if they really want to do something, they can.

And you know what? I'm doing this for me.
I'm doing this for the chubby little middle school girl that thought she wasn't athletic and couldn't run a lap around the track. I'm doing it to prove her wrong.
Never in a million years would I have even thought to dream to do this. And I am very thankful that I have the opportunity. Not everyone gets this kind of opportunity and I'm going to take it.

And I know that I can do anything that I want to.
This whole journey is not about the actual race on the 24th. This whole thing was about the journey along the way. I'm not about to let my pouting ruin the whole thing.



Ten days, people. Ten.


I can't believe that this is all coming to an end in just ten days. Any yet, I am so ready.

Last week I could barely bring myself to walk into the gym let alone jump on a treadmill for an hour and a half. Torture.

We have been training since October and I am just tired of running. I can't wait until I can do elliptical, a class, weights or....anything but running four times a week.

On January 21st I ran my first 10 miler.

I had been so excited to do it. Many of my runner friends said that if I could do ten miles, I could totally pull off thirteen.

It was a good run; then kind were you are pouring in sweat, your legs are about to give out, but you feel like you could keep going for more. And I did it on the treadmill. With a two hour Bachelorette marathon showing. I have lost all faith in television. Seriously? Seriously? Is that what love is watered down to? Gag.

February 4th was 11 miles.

February 10 was 12 miles. Our last long run before our "taper".

(before)

(and after)



It was good to get to run with Chris. We took the kiddos to Canyon to his parents' house and we ran from their house all around that city...it isn't as big as I thought it was (or 12 miles was longer than I thought it would be).
The wind was hellacious. And the hills? Lord, help me. But, we did it.

This week is a 4-6-4-6 run schedule and then a 4-4-13.1 for race week.
Let's do it.