My daughter got an invitation for a sleep over tonight with a friend of hers from school, so I asked my mom to take the boy overnight so hubby and I can have a date.
I'm quite excited. We go out just the two of us on a fairly regular basis, probably every other month or so, but it's still a treat every time. Dinner is almost always at Bonefish Grill, and I've saved up 3 veggies, a protein, a starch, and a dairy, which is plenty for a nice dinner.
Then, Harry Potter at the IMAX. I saw HP on Monday, when I played hookie for half a day at work and took a mental health day, which included living vicariously through teenaged wizards. On Monday I specifically chose the "regular" theater because I knew DH would want to see it in IMAX, and it will still be a treat for me tonight. I can't wait to see it again. I know he's jail bait and I'm an old married lady, but Daniel Radcliffe makes my toes curl, esp. with his new haircut.
After work I'm going for a run, which I would so love to blow off and not have to shower and get ready again for our date, but I've got a race to train for and 22ish more pounds to lose so I'm going running. Today starts week 5 of my training, and I'm scheduled to run 3 miles. If I make it, it will be the first time I've run 3 miles straight through. I hope it goes well.
I have a feeling I'm going to have to always be training for some kind of race. Or have some kind of list to check off to keep me motivated and feeling like I'm accomplishing something. I need goals. I need lists. I need direction. Otherwise, I'm directionless and tend to let things go. I've got 8 more weeks to train for this 5K, and then I'll have to find something else.
There's a half marathon in Indianapolis in May that my niece-in-law (she's my age) is going to run, and I might train for that. It may be too soon to run 13 miles, so I'm not sure yet. Truly, I won't know what my body can do until I get to goal. An extra 22 pounds is a lot to carry around, and when it's gone and after I've had more weeks of consistent running in, I might be ready. We'll see.
What I do know is this-- Running is helping my weight move down. Running is keeping me in the gym. Running makes me feel like I can do anything. It's even making my arms look good--who knew I wouldn't have to lift weights to get a little definition in my shoulders and biceps and just had to run?! I sure had no idea.
I'm remember reading somewhere that a runner hits their peak after 6 or 7 years of training. That means, when I'm 43ish I'll be in the best running shape of my life. And I could deal with that. Running marathons in my 40s sounds like an impossible dream. But I'm on the path to making it a reality.
Maybe someday my kiddos will be at the finish line, waving signs and cheering me on. And proud of their fit Mom who runs marathons. Or they will be running beside me. Either way, that's a dream I want to come true.