As I grabbed my gym clothes at lunch today and walked to the gym, I smiled to myself.
I remembered about a year and a half ago, as it got closer to my friend’s wedding in Aruba, my big goal, working out at lunch a lot, a habit I had previously thought was reserved for the crazies. I told MaryBeth that I wasn’t going to be “that girl,” that I was only working out at lunch because her wedding was coming up and I wanted to meet my goal.
Well, I am that girl. Her wedding’s come and gone, and I still work out at lunch sometimes, especially on days when I have Junior League meetings.
I still struggle with feelings of legitimacy sometimes when I work out–I still feel like the overweight girl who’s working out because she has to rather than the runner I am. Rather than the fit girl that I am.
But realizing that I consciously choose to work out at lunch some days rather than grabbing lunch with my coworkers and that I choose oatmeal over a bagel (even though I still crave bagels every.single.day.) means that it’s a lifestyle. I do it because I want to, not because I have to. I like feeling on top of the life game, rather than dragging through it.
Oh yeah, and running the last .25 miles of my workout at lunch today at a 7:47 pace makes me feel pretty legit, too.
Today’s workout (with 0.5 mile warmup/cooldowns @ 10:00 pace):
- 1 mile: 8:30 pace
- .75 miles: 8:25 pace
- .5 miles: 8:20
- .15 miles: 8:00 pace
- .10 miles: 7:47 pace <—- YEAH, THAT’S RIGHT.
So, I definitely got some Pump with a gift certificate afterwards.