The past few weeks I feel like I’ve been in a bit of a slump. I didn’t know what to write about that would actually be interesting to anyone besides myself.
So what have I been doing? I’ve been knitting, working and working on my own business. Baseball season can not come soon enough. Yes, I know professional baseball has already started, but I’m talking about one of the minor leagues. One of my side jobs is as the team massage therapist for the Camden Riversharks. I love working with the team and I have to say that they are a bunch of really nice guys too. Not only are they great guys but the stadium is wonderful and very kid friendly.
Another thing that I just started (as of yesterday) is that I have started running. As a kid I HATED running. Probably due to gym class most likely. So after X many years since then, I figured it was worth a try. I decided this mostly because of this.
Now you are probably wondering what’s so special about that bracelet. It’s a Nike FuelBand and I love it! A Nike FuelBand is part pedometer, calorie counter, motivator and oh yeah, a watch too. It has you set a goal of daily movement and I figured the best way to meet my goal was to do something that burns a ton of calories and/or had lots of movements. My plan was to start the “Couch to 5K” program. I’d seen this program in the past but my “problem” (read: excuse) was when to start or stop the walk or run.
Then I found a fee app that will take me through the first two weeks (out of 8). So far, I like it. The app prompts you when to walk and when to run. It’s not a race, at least right now and I can run as slow as I need to. Today, I ran with my daughter. She was a bit faster than me but we had a good time doing it. A bit of “runner’s high” doesn’t hurt either.
It would be fun if the thrill stays with me. Yesterday was my first day doing the C25K program and the first full day with my Fuel Band. I even attempted running on the treadmill at the gym. My biggest fear was beefing it on the treadmill. I’ve seen and head of too many treadmill horror stories. I think I might try it again tomorrow. Imagine that, I might just be a runner.