While we were living in Kansas City, Andrew and I didn’t have any dogs. My parents were taking care of my pup (I say pup even though he is almost nine years old ) since I wouldn’t have the time to take care of him at school and while working. But when we moved back, we slowly acclimated Tabor to the new house and he has permanently moved in with us.
I don’t think I mentioned before, but we have a housemate. She will probably just be living with us for this next year as she finishes up her last year of her master’s degree. She is a long-time family friend to Andrew and his mom, and she was living in and taking care of the house while we were in school.
She also has a dog, named Lela, so almost every morning these past three weeks, all three of us have been taking the dogs walking. We’ve been walking about three miles, but it is such a workout because the area we live in is so hilly. By the end of our walks, I am practically dripping with sweat and my legs are burning. Andrew’s Fitbit says the walk is equivalent to climbing 25 flights of stairs. *dies*
Then the other night, one of my close friends texted me and said she wanted to get in shape over the summer. She was planning on joining the local gym, and wanted to know if I would workout with her. Since I don’t have a job yet, I really didn’t have any excuses to not workout. The gym fees are pretty inexpensive too, just $20 a month which is pretty good if you go frequently. Plus, I don’t always see her very often, so it’s a perfect opportunity to catch up over the summer while she’s home from school.
Also I’m lazy and should workout more.
We started this week. When we signed up, they didn’t give us a tour of the facility (which I thought was weird), but I had been before with my sister so I was sort of familiar. We spent most of our first and second days just trying out all of the different machines, to see which ones we liked and which ones we didn’t like. We also found that if you go later in the evening, there are a lot less people. Definitely a plus since I feel really awkward when I know people are watching me work out and trying to figure out machines.
The same night my friend texted me to go to the gym with her, my sister wanted to know if I would like to train for a 5K with her. Between walking in the morning, going to the gym in the evening, and perhaps training for the 5K somewhere in the midst of that, I think my friends and family are going to kill me.
Only kidding. I think.
I really want to run the 5K with my sister for a couple of reasons, the first being I’ve always wanted to run in a race! I have no disillusions of coming in first place, or anything of the sort – I just think it would be fun. Second, this particular race is for such a great cause. It’s called Race for Refuge, and the race raises money for a charity that fights and helps women recover from sex trafficking. Each runner gets to race in honor of a specific girl that has survived through sex trafficking. We haven’t signed up yet because we are trying to put a big team together, but so far we’ve recruited our parents and my husband and housemate.
The race isn’t until September, so I should have plenty of time to get fit for the race. My leg has been bothering me a bit since I’ve been home when I’ve been running, so I’m hoping that doing some strength training at the gym will help strengthen my legs and better acclimate them to my longer runs.
My arms were really sore today, but I know that just means I’m getting stronger. I just hope no one else asks me to workout with them!