I, like most people celebrate New Years on the eve of December 31. My REAL new year, however, my birthday, comes two days later, on January 3.
Happy new year to me! How, you may ask am I celebrating this year? Well, I took myself on a 5 mile run. Why? Because, my dear friends, I COULD. Before my 36th year, I was too out of shape to walk 1 mile. I was uncomfortable walking up a flight of stairs. But today, on my 36th birthday I ran, or jogged, rather, at a pace of about 12min/mile for a little over 5 miles. It took me about an hour, and I burned a little over 550 calories. But it's the accomplishment that I was after. Last year I was not only obese, I was doubtful I would ever be anything else. My husband says I was always negative about running. I said many times,"I'll never be a runner."
On New Years Day, I rode my bike with a group of about ten other crazy people for 40 miles in a VERY cold wind. Yet another thing I did, because I could.
I have reached a point in my fitness routine that I do things simply so I can continue to do them. I want to never have to say I can't do something because I'm too fat, or heavy. This is a place I have never been. It's amazing!