I gave you ALL permission to call us out if we hadn't started or started and slacked off --- and ya know what!? ONLY ONE OF YOU DID!!!! (Thank you, Karen)
Well, in honor of last weekend's Iron Man in Madison -- I decided now would be a great time to update you:
We haven't even gone on a gym TOUR. Not at all. Not even once. In fact, I only called one gym to get prices. That's about as far as we got.
What the heck is wrong with us?!?!?!?
Gosh - I can talk the talk but I can't walk the walk (or run....or swim... or bike....!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!).
So WHY haven't we started - you ask?
Bring on the excuses!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I apologize in advance............
1) LIFE HAS BEEN CRAY CRAY - like really, really - crazy! I can't wait to give you all updates on the exciting things that are happening in the Fennel household -- and I promise it will come in time -- but just trust me for now when I say that life has been out of control, bonkers!!!!
2) Matt has a bad knee. For real. We've always known that he's had a bad knee, but it has progressively gotten worse -- conveniently after we committed to working out. Like --We'll just be walking our normal pace through the grocery store, or at work, and BAM -- Matt's knee buckles and he's stumbling to catch his balance. Its so weird. And it hurts. He's promised he will set up an appointment with the doctor by the end of the month -- but this hasn't happened yet. Remember, we're SO busy!
3) We really, really tried. Well sort of...... You see, American Family has this annual walk/run event for their employees. When we were HUGE on our Iron Man kick, Matt and I signed up for [what we thought was a] 3K run. We had the option of either walking or running it -- and adventitiously - Matt and I decided that WE'RE RUNNING IT!!! Mind you, we don't run...... at all.
So, the big day was yesterday. And the first words that came out of our mouths when we woke up was: Let's just walk it..... (the true words of future triathletes). THEN we went back and forth all day long about walking vs. running - and when we finally went down around noon to start -- we're had our minds set that DAMNIT - we are running it. I mean, its's only 1.864 miles, right?! We better be able to run at least that!............
OH
MY
GOSH
We were dying...........
Let me first take a step back and say that I don't have running shoes. My spare bedroom closet is FULL of heels, flats, TOMS, boots, flipflops, Coach tennis shoes, and a pair of Skecher's Chuck Taylor's look alikes. So, yesterday morning when picking out my tshirt and yoga pants -- I had a "lightbulb" moment and thought, "Shit -- what am I going to run in?!" I quickly grabbed the knock off Chuck Taylors and went on my way. Sad, I know.
So, before going to register, Matt and I ran out to the car to grab our "running clothes" and "running shoes" (AKA knock off Chuck Taylors with sparkles -- for me, at least) when Come to find out -- I FORGOT SOCKS, TOO!
OMFG! I looked like a no socks wearing, Chuck Taylor running, fool.
Amazingly enough - we got far into the run before we had to stop to walk. And (here comes another excuse), I have really bad asthma around Fall (due to the changing of the seasons) and my lungs were on FIRE. So we paced for a little bit and started back up again. But we could not get over HOW LONG the run seemed. I remember looking down at my phone at one point and noticing that we had been running for close to thirty minutes. For 1.864 miles?!?!?! Seriously!?? Once we got to the finish, we were SO PROUD of ourselves and SO EXHAUSTED at the same time.
Running through the finish line.
They had people standing at the finish line with poms (corny, I know) and a table set up where we could get our free tshirt and delicious red apple. OhMyGosh that apple tasted SO GOOD. We walked over to a table to eat the apple and rest THEN discussed how much that run had just kicked our ass.
"If we were doing a half Iron Man, we would of had to SWIM that entire thing. PLUS run 13 miles and bike 57."
Yikes!! Were we too ambitious?
Maybe.
After the run, we went back to the break room to eat a yummy carb loaded bowl of spaghetti. While enjoying our lunch, a coworker came up to us (who we saw while running) to tell us that the run was actually a 5K and the walk was a 3K.............
(there were separate paths)
Ummmmmm..... whaaaa??
"Sweet. We just ran a 5K. 3.10 miles verses 1.864. Now THAT makes sense."
Needless to say, we're proud. We were shocked, but proud.
Now - we may not be competing in the Iron Man anytime soon, but we are DEFINITELY doing the JINGLE BELL 5K RUN!
Happy Friday!
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