1 — One year ago today, I began my journey of exercising consistently, having consistent morning prayer and Bible time, and planning meals. First off, I bought an adorable binder with tabs. (Somehow that was the majority of my motivation! To each his own, right?) Next, I downloaded adorable calendar pages from imom.com. (Finding that site was a huge blessing, I’ll save for another post!) From there, it was simple. Each morning I get up around 5:30am and run. While I run, I pray. Different people come to mind at different parts. While I run uphill, I recite as much of the book of James as I can. (I’m almost halfway through!) When I come home, I get to record my miles in said cute binder. I also get to check the meal planning section to see if there is any meat I need to defrost or anything I need at the grocery store. I also have a note section for my wandering mind to make lists for the day if things are pressing. Then I read my bible and start my day.
638.9 — That is how many miles I ran this past year. My goal is 3.3 miles per day, 5 – 6 days a week. It’s really not much. But it’s just enough to start my day off right. On occasion, when my husband is home and it’s cooler outside I can run a little longer. Or, when I don’t have much in me, I can cut it short once in a while. For the most part, I simply stick with 3.3. I get home right about the time the kids start to wake up.
27.5 — For a while, my son was not allowing me to run in the morning. So, I had to find another way to exercise. I chose 30 minutes of our elliptical and recorded those minutes. The good — I was able to read a lot of good books during that time! The bad — I really missed my morning times outside with God.
3 — This has nothing to do with this post, but I am counting down until my hubby gets home. 3 more days. We are all missing him like crazy!
And of course, I feel like I should end with a disclaimer. There were weeks when I didn’t make my set goal. There were days where I recorded my miles and skipped right over the Bible reading and went right into breaking up fights, cleaning a messy kitchen, etc. Most of my jogging is quite slow, though I am starting to pick up speed. Basically, there is always room for improvement, but I am so glad I started this. My time with the Lord, time spent outside, and starting my day off sweating off the anxiety all have given me such joy.