New Year's Resolution

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I've been holding onto this post because I didn't want anyone to know what my New Year's Resolutions were. Why? I didn't want anyone to hold me accountable.

But I'm finally ready to share.

I want to run 3 5Ks this year.

There are a few problems with this... one, we are going to start trying for Baby #4 in May/June (and then we are CLOSING UP SHOP!). But this means that I will be, hopefully, pregnant in July. Which means I have about 9 months to get these 3 5 K's run.

Two, the last time I ran was before BabyGirlie was born. So, you know, about 18 months ago.

Third, I hate running. I believe I have mentioned this before.

But I refused to let these three things get in the way of my resolution. Thus, last week, I went to the gym for the first time since Thanksgiving to pick up the training I had started in October.

Why a two month gym absence, you may be wondering.

Several reasons. Girlie, Boyo, and BabyGirlie, to name a few. Children have a wonderful ability to ruin your plans. They throw tantrums. They whine. They get sick for a month and the gym gets snooty when you try to put a sick child in daycare.

Another reason is that I threw out my back -- couldn't move for 24 hours, and then couldn't bend for another two weeks. So that sucked.

Oh, and another reason: Work.

But finally, last week, I got my act together. I created a new playlist on my iPod, packed a bottle of water and a towel, and cheerfully booted all 3 kids into the gym daycare. Then I climbed up on the treadmill, set it for the settings that I was running at 18 months ago, and ran for three miles.

Did you catch that? I set it for the settings that I was running at 18 months ago. There was no inner voice saying, "Hey, Shannon, maybe we should tone it down abit? After all, it's been 18 months since you last ran at this pace, and two months since you have done more than physical therapy or yoga." I think my inner voice was too busy laughing at my stupidity to speak up.

Holy Cheeseballs, Batman.

At the end of my 40 minutes, I nearly sank to the floor. I could barely walk. I considered crawling over to the day care to get my children. But pride won out, and I hobbled over to claim them. I even resisted asking the 4 year old for a piggy back ride.

So I decided to blog about my New Year's Resolution because someone is going to have to hold me accountable.