I know I’ve said it in the past, but the time has come for this fat dad to get off his rear end and actually do something. Remember when I went to ESPN’s Wide World of Sports and got all jazzed about running again?
Remember all that running I did afterward? Yeah, me neither.
It all started with a dislocated toe.
Looks painful doesn’t it? It was. And it sidelined me for several months.
But I’m back! And I’m totally ready this time. In fact, I’ve been given the opportunity to run in the Run or Dye in Tampa on March 1, 2014! They were gracious enough to bestow upon me two entries, if I’d talk about it. Having never ran one before, I can’t tell you how much fun it is or anything else. BUT! Having seen racers coming off of color runs in the past…I have GOT to get me some of that action! (Register now, and you can score $10 off!) *UPDATE* I just registered and made a team! Join Diaper Dad Army and get an extra $5 off your registration!
So, today, I got off my couch and strapped on my awesome running shoes and ran. It hurt. A lot. That’s okay. I’ve hurt before. I got this. You see, this time, there’s something larger at stake than my ‘getting into shape’ or ‘losing my beer belly’ or even ‘lowering my blood pressure’. While those are all worthy goals, they are not my main impetus for doing this.
I’m a parent.
Yep. It’s being a parent that’s making me do this. You see, I have two sons, and I realized recently that they are looking up to me. My oldest even said he couldn’t wait to be like me when he got growed up. Sweet…and absolutely terrifying.
I don’t want him to be like this:
I’m not fat shaming, I’m saying I don’t want my son watching my bad habits and think this is any way to live. As it is, he asks when I’m going to get my exercise on a regular basis. I feel it’s my parental duty to show my kids how to do stuff. Important stuff. And I can’t tell him that exercise and healthy eating choices are the way to go, when I’m sucking down sodas and beer and eating potato chips, french fries, and fast food with reckless abandon while sitting at a computer all day. If I can’t moderate my own choices, how can I expect him to?
I may be a lot of things, but a hypocrite isn’t one of them. So, here I go on my journey. Ever heard of muscle memory? Here’s to hoping my muscles have a REALLY good memory! I’ll post my stats every Monday to track the changes. I would love it if you joined me. Let’s do this together and make it easier for each other.
So, here’s where I’m at right now:
Weight: 266 pounds of pure couch muscle…
I’ve got 3 1/2 months to get ready. Let’s do this.
FTC DISCLOSURE: I was supplied to two entries into the Run or Dye race for this blog post. However, the reasons I’m going, are all my own.