It felt great to finish the Couch to 5K program and to run my first 5K. The last thing I wanted to do at this point was to lose any progress I had made during the summer. I continued to try to run three miles three days a week from home. Once daylight savings time went into effect this became very difficult. Not only was there less daylight everyday, the weather was not very cooperative either. Once the leaves started falling and they became wet, it was very treacherous going. Running at night and not being able to see made it even more dangerous.
October also brought my first grandchild! Prior to that my pregnant daughter ended up in the hospital in the middle of the night with the flu. I had to enter the hospital at the emergency room and then go down to the maternity ward which is at the other end of the hospital. I was told it was half a mile. I ran it (literally) without any problems–something I couldn’t have done that long ago.
My good friend and cheerleader, Mr. G., told me one day that I was an inspiration to him. He bought a membership to a community center near him for his entire family and was going there almost daily to work out. I was a bit dumbfounded and asked, “How did I inspire you?” “By all of those texts you sent me telling me to get up off my a**,” He said. In shock I said, “I never sent such texts.” His reply was, “That’s how I felt every time you told me you were running.” I never knew that my texts were perceived that way. When I was working, I was on call 24/7. I felt it a responsibility to let him know when I was running on the days I worked in case someone tried to get a hold of me and couldn’t.
In the middle of December I got a phone call from Mr. G., “I’ve lost 15 pounds!” I had not, so feelings of jealousy and unkind thoughts were what went through my head. I felt like it was my turn to be the cheerleader, so in a cheerful voice I said, “Way to go, congratulations!”
Once Thanksgiving got here, running was almost impossible. There would be a day here and there that I could run, but nothing consistent. I also needed to support my daughter and her husband who were first-time parents, so I let family life take over.
The community center where I took classes also changed their fee structure. Initially you could sign up for classes and just pay to go to those classes. Now, you were required to have a membership and all classes were included in your membership fee. I wasn’t sure that I was willing to pay for a membership just yet. I really, really loved running, so I really only needed a membership during the winter months that I was not able to run outside.
I knew the Commit to Get Fit program would be starting again in January, so I decided to hold out until then. I didn’t think I would get my money’s worth out of a full-year membership, so I decided to enjoy the time I had with my family until then.