Last week went really well! REALLY WELL - if I do say so myself! I stuck to my exercise schedule - YEAH! And completed my first long-ish run (10 km) post-injury at a good pace - so DOUBLE YEAH! Thanks so much for all you comments, tweets, and private messages last week. They definitely helped me stay accountable, focused, and positive. SO THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU!
Despite my great week and renewed dedication to my exercise routine, I must confess I have been struggling to stay positive. I am still struggling big time with my body image, and I have not exactly been my ideal self lately. I have felt preoccupied, a little impatient, and generally BLAH! I have told myself I need to get to a place where I look at myself and love my body for it can do, for its strength, its adaptability, and what it has survived. I have been trying to remind myself of where this body will one day take me - to marathon glory, motherhood, and eventually old age. I want to be able to look at my scars with pride, with love, and as badges of honour. I want all of these things...but it is very much a work in progress. My moto is "health trumps beauty", and I know that this statement is so true... But damn! I am 26! I am vain! I wanna look cute in a bikini. Hell I wanna look good naked! I want a rockin' bod like most 20-somethings, nay like most women! But alas, life has charted a different path for me. I am going to need to let go of my vanity and embrace the beauty of health and wellness. So this is my mission this week!
I will lace up my sneaks, hit the pavement, and run with gusto, just because I CAN! I will remind myself with each daily workout that my body is strong and I have the will to overcome this. This week I will...
Monday: Strength Training 45 min. (target abs, butt, and arms)
Tuesday: 5 km Run
Wednesday: Circuit Training 60 min.
Thursday: 8 km Run
Friday: 5 km Run
Saturday: Spin Class
Sunday: 10 km Run
Yes, you read that right. There are 7 workouts in my plan for this week. I am going run this bad mood out of me with some serious blood, sweat, and tears. (the endorphin kick will probably help too!).
Breast Cancer this me officially telling you to FUCK OFF!
Love your Favourite Darwinian Fail,