Tuesday, October 30, 2018
No one was chasing me...
The last few weeks have been challenging for me on the fitness front; walking hasn't been enough and I've been languishing not knowing what to do next. I was fortunate enough to get some expert advice last week (more on this in the future) and have new-found direction and a renewed sense of purpose.
Today I picked up a shiny, ruby-colored Fitbit Versa to track all things fitness, most importantly my heart rate, so I know that I'm hitting my target and maximizing my workouts. I do love a gadget. Although usually, it's a kitchen gadget that gets me excited, I'm pretty enamored with this Fitbit. It's much nicer than the one I had several years ago.
It was charged and ready to go when I got home from work this evening at half past 8 and while I hadn't planned to walk tonight (I was going to go buy some exercise bands and figure out what to do with them), I had some excess energy and decided I needed to walk instead. The bands will have to wait until tomorrow.
I came home, quickly changed, laced up my walking shoes, set my Map My Walk app, and started a podcast to keep me company on my walk. Tonight I decided to listen to the Mastering Diabetes Audio Experience. Hosts Cyrus Khambatta PhD and Robby Barbaro were interviewing Josh LaJaunie in this particular episode. I've followed Josh on Instagram for a while and have heard him interviewed on The Exam Room podcast so I'm familiar with his story but something he said in this particular interview really resonated with me. He has worked hard and created an amazing personal transformation for himself, losing 200 pounds. He went from struggling to put on his socks and shoes to now competing as an ultramarathon runner. During this interview, he mentioned how weight loss can stall and slow down if you keep doing the same thing you did at the beginning of your journey and how then it's time to change your approach. What's remarkable about this is that it's exactly what I needed to hear at that moment. It basically echoed what I was told Friday at my doctor's appointment.
So tonight on my walk I did a little running. It wasn't pretty. I'm sure my form was all wrong. But I didn't fall down, which I wasn't entirely sure was a certainty when I started to put one foot in front of the other. I didn't run the whole way. In fact, I walked more than I ran, but I ran during each revolution around my neighborhood. And that's saying something for this former high school teacher who always told her students that the only time she was going to run was if there was a fire or if someone was chasing her, and that wasn't even a sure thing.
I'll give it a go again tomorrow and run a little bit more than I did tonight and see where it takes me.