So I’m a crappy blogger. Really, I should have realized this a long time ago. I completed a photo-a-day blog for a year, but most days it was only by the skin of my teeth and my awesome picture-improvising skills. I posted something I was thankful for every day in November, but half of the time I forgot and had to double post when I remembered. And now I’ve skipped two whole months of blogging here….. Oops!
I guess a lot of this stems from the fact that it’s my last semester of college and that this last semester is flying by at a rate that I can’t possibly understand. Seriously, where did the last five years go?! But I couldn’t be more excited about graduation and what the next year has in store for me! It’s just giving me an impressive case of senioritis that I’m sure my professors are just LOVING. haha
But just because I’m a slacker when it comes to posting doesn’t mean I’m sitting on my butt checking Pinterest all day (even though I check Pinterest a lot… don’t judge me and my recipe-trying self!). I actually completed my first ever 5k on Sunday, and it was quite an accomplishment, if I do say so myself!
Before the race
I had been training for this 5k for about 10 weeks, so I was really excited to finally reach the culmination of all of that hard work. I knew I wouldn’t be able to run the whole thing (or even most of it!), but I knew that I could still make myself proud. The only goals I had were to be under an hour, which would have been my time had I just walked the whole thing, and to just finish the dang thing. Both of which I succeeded in!
My roommate Melody and I walk/jogged through our 5 kilometers, I coined the term “wogging” (for walk/jogging), and we proceeded to include the term “wog” into as many pop songs as we could- all while meeting new people, seeing the beautiful city of Ardmore, and soaking up some Vitamin D. It was fantastic!
My roommate and I
We ended up finishing in 49 minutes, so I’m going to call the entire event a success! Afterward, we indulged ourselves with some carbs at Ihop (along with everyone else from the race since it was right down the street) and drove back to Norman, where we promptly passed out for a good chunk of the afternoon. I was sore the whole rest of the day, and I broke up with my running shoes for a couple of days, but I felt strong and accomplished and proud of myself.
My finisher's medal!
I’ve decided that even if I’m not losing weight at the rate that I’d like to, I’m still working hard and achieving goals, so I’m plenty successful in my opinion. I’m excited to continue on this journey, and I promise it won’t be two months before you hear from me again!
What accomplishments are you proud of today?