This is Supposed to be Good for Me?

So….I am forever on a quest to get healthy.  Eat better.  Drink less.  Exercise more.  You get the point.  I’ll have moments where I’m doing really well and think, “This is it.  I’ve turned the corner and changed my bad habits.”  Then the holidays come (who am I kidding, any day of the week)…game over.

I thought I’d be really smart and sign up for a women’s running camp, thinking if I signed up for a class and paid money, I’d have to follow through.  I had my first session last night.  Holy crap.  This isn’t going to be pretty.

I arrived and found there were many women of all ages, shapes, and abilities.  Good.  Then I saw all the coaches in phenomenal shape licking their lips in anticipation of the pending torture of their victims (I mean students).  Not good.

We were divided into two groups.  The first group has never run a step in their life (excluding childhood of course).  The second group has done some running or is a professional athlete.  I’m placed in this group.  After we’re split up the second group has to run a timed mile to see which sub-group they will be in (people who have run more than a step before and lived to tell about it or professional athlete).

Thoughts raced back to high school track and my attempt at running a mile.  Complete humiliation was had after everyone had left the field and boarded the school bus waiting for me to finish.   Fabulous.  I’ll not only be lapped by the pros tonight but by the time I finish they’ll be getting into their cars and driving home.

I somehow manage to finish the run, barely.  I’m huffing and puffing and “slogging” to the finish line.  It ain’t pretty, but I did it.  So, I’m in the “slowsky” group but I don’t care.  At least I showed up and completed the run.  I would’ve much rather sat home and parked myself on the couch watching “American Idol” but I didn’t.

Am I fired up for next week?  Hell to the no.  But, I am motivated and inspired enough to go back for another torture session.  Besides, I was told the running store we’re meeting at before we run is owned by a hot guy…Sweet!!