Since I am not sure the exact fate of this blog, I wanted to take a second and just write a thank you to everyone that has followed it. To be honest, I didn't expect to get all that much out of this experience, but thanks to all of the feedback I have gotten from those of you that keep up with my blog, it has been one of the most rewarding things I have ever done. As I work on this week's post I see that I have had over 1,000 views on this little blog. I know that in the grand scheme of the world wide web, that number means nothing, but to me it means the world. I have had many people tell me that I have inspired them to start working out, start running, eat better, and to just get more active in general. For a lady that has been heavy since her tweens, it is completely insane to think that I am inspiring anyone to do anything physical. SO, thanks for reading, thanks for laughing, and most of all, thanks for making me feel like I am making a difference, in even the tiniest of ways. I didn't realize how much this assignment would mean to me.
Now, this is my last post for my class, and this blog is supposed to be about being active, so I guess I should do what I came here for. Besides, I was getting a little too mushy. In the spirit of what my first post was about, I feel like it would be cool to round this baby out full circle and tell you all about the 5k I ran in on Sunday. The Mother's Day 5k took place in picturesque Prospect Harbor. It didn't boast a lot of participants, but it was a good crew, and a lot of familiar faces. The coolest thing about this race is that you get to run right out by the ocean, and up to a lighthouse, then turn around to head to the finish line. Freakin' Maine. Am I Right?! The next coolest thing about this particular race was that I was able to demolish my old time. I am still kind of wondering if it is possible that they forgot to start the timer and remembered after a few minutes had passed, but hey, I'll take it. It's great to see that I am getting better at something that I am totally cool with never being good at. I am still not comfortable doing the whole before and after thing with my pictures, but I did think it would be neat to look back and get a picture of myself from my first 5k, the Color Run at the end of September, to the Mom's on the Run 5k from May 10th and compare the two.
|I am only smiling in the second photo because the race has just started. If this was a finish line photo it would be possible that it would just be me, dry heaving.|
Both of these versions of myself should be, and were, proud of their accomplishments as I crossed the finish line. I cringe a bit whenever I see a camera pointed my way during one of these races because I know I am not going to be happy with the image I see later. It's frustrating to feel so proud, and empowered about reaching a goal, only to let some stupid ideal of what is beautiful screw it all up after the adrenaline dies down and I am scrolling through the tagged photos of me.
|This is so accurate it's eerie.|
I think that when I was at my heaviest, I assumed that losing weight would turn me into some supermodel version of myself. Now granted, I still have a lot left to lose, but I can tell already that this ideal Jenn, doesn't exist. There is no magic wand that will erase 3 pregnancies, my frizz prone hair, the "Friend Family's Bingo Lady Arms" or the "Freeman Family's Big Nose". At some point you have to realize that you just can't make yourself into something that you aren't. I will never be skinny, but I can be fit and healthy. I will NEVER have a beachbody. It's impossible. I don't have the genes, or the jeans, no matter how little I decided to eat, or how much I work out. I'm just not built that way. I may never see myself as beautiful, but I can look in the mirror and be proud of the changes I have made. The greatest part of this whole journey is that I am finally starting to believe all this stuff, instead of just saying it.
I could go on and on about all the things that I hope to see you all do, and all the changes I hope we have made in the coming months, but I'm running out of time. I think that this means that somewhere down the line, I may have to do this whole blog thing again because clearly I have more to write about.
|Why Mr. Rogers? Because that man could wear the hell out of a cardigan and tennis shoes. That's why.|