In 6 weeks you can...Run a 5k!

2013 was supposed to be a year of greatness, and it started off right... until February. My love life flipped upside down, and after a week of feeling like hell, I found a challenge to bring me back.  My thoughts were... 6 weeks to take out my frustration and anger by pounding pavement (or in my case the treadmill.)  The timing couldn't have been better, for it was the start of Lent, and I've never been one to stick to something.  I was determined, I was motivated, and I found a schedule that was completely manageable. So February 18th was the start of 6 weeks of discovery.  Could I do this?  I was never a runner - the opposite actually.  I was the girl in high school who would get a doctor's note using her asthma as an excuse to get out of running the mile, and then the next year, would run 3 laps claiming to have done 4 for a passing grade.  I figured this would last a week or two, never 6!  Every Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday for 6 weeks, I was on that treadmill.  I would do yoga every Tuesday night to help cross train, or would walk other nights, but I stuck to it.  I'm not sure if it was the heartbreak, or the religious aspect of Lent, but I carried through.  The last few weeks, I was running for an hour straight, and loving every second of it.  I would make playlists and look ahead, allowing myself to focus on this reinvention of myself.  I had no intention to lose weight, but I lost about 6 pounds, and my stomach and legs never looked better.  I've never felt stronger or more empowered.  I signed up for my first 5k on July 14th in Philadelphia... A Color Run!  Pictures to follow!