My Journey Begins

I have been the way I am since I was in the 3rd grade. I have always been big. I know it and I am not so blind to know that everyone who sees me doesn’t see it too. I have tried off and on for the past 16 years or so to change but have never had success.

I don’t mind so much the way I look but I do mind that I am not as healthy as I could be. I HATE to exercise. I really hate it! My husband remarked recently that it isn’t that I eat poorly because he knows the way I eat. I agreed and told him it was because I hate exercising.

But a few years ago I set some goals for myself that I have kept very private-one of these goals is to run a 5k and finish it in a decent amount of time before the age of 30. I see so many of my family members who run and as silly as it seems, I feel left out of the party. Like I show up in costume with snacks and am not allowed in the door. And I have decided that I really do want in this time.

I have started a running program that is what Ryan calls “Interval Training” and I am, so far, committed to achieving my goal. I have set a goal for August to enter into a 5k and cross that finish line in a time I can be proud of. I know this is not going to be simple and I proved that fact to myself last night.

I went out with Ryan on the Jordan River Trail and started my training. I couldn’t jog as much as I wanted because after a little bit, my side felt like it was going to explode. But I did manage to go all 30 minutes of the program and got in about….1 ½ miles. I know this distance is nothing for most of you but for me, it was the Grand Canyon.

I cried and they were not tears of joy. I was not happy with my performance last night at all. I felt like I had failed myself and told Ryan I didn’t want to do anymore. But then he said something to me that stuck. He said, “I don’t know what to say to make you feel better Rach but a quote keeps coming to mind right now. It says: The journey of 1000 miles begins with the first step.” And then he grabbed my hand and gave it a squeeze.

He is right. This journey may seem so far away for me, but it began last night with my very first step. 1.5 miles down…998.5 miles to go.

2 Year Celebration!

Last night Ryan's mom Linda sent me some pictures of Ryan as a toddler and some of Sera. I was blown away by Ryan's picture! I can hardly believe that the pictures are of my dark-haired husband. So after giving it some thought and getting a picture from my mom I decided to post a blog with pictures of all 4 members of our family when we were about 2-years-old. It is amazing to me how much Gabe looks like his Daddy. Hope you all enjoy these as much as I do.

Ryan at 2-years-old. His kids look so much like him!

Me at about 2-years-old. To me, I still look the same!

Sera at 2-years-old. She had such adorable chubby cheeks.

Gabe at 2-years-old. Such a big boy with such an adorable smile.

Much love to you all!