The Mother Load

I made a very important, possibly life-changing phone call to my dear friend, Michelle, yesterday. Michelle is a personal trainer and co-owns Phazes Fitness in Southern Utah, where she and her fellow personal trainers whip people into shape with bootcamps, classes, and individual personal training. From the results I see posted on her blog and Facebook fan page, I'm sure there are lots of tears (of pain and joy).

When Michelle first opened this business, I thought I was safe, what with living way up here in Northern Utah. However, Phazes has an ingenius little program called "remote personal training" in which someone who lives outside the Southern Utah area receives a program tailored to their needs along with regular calls from the personal trainer to keep them accountable.

Dang.

There's no getting around this running goal. I have moments when I'm willing to give up this entire blog and fade into obscurity rather than run that stinking mile. You know how much I hate running. Well, people, that hasn't changed.

What has changed is my reason to run. I will run a mile for 1000 Facebook fans, but that goal has become secondary. My more important goal is to run a 5K to raise money for breast cancer research. In the coming weeks, I'll be inviting you to run with me. As I gather more information, I'll be posting the specific details. For now, I'll just say that it's time for this blog to do more, and you're all invited to do more with me.

So, I'm officially a Phazes remote client. Michelle will not be my trainer because she fears she'll be too easy on me. I'm glad, because I feared I would hate her for making me run. I'm going to be using a "couch potato to 5K" program to prepare to meet my goal. They could probably call that "blogger to 5K" with all the sitting and typing I do.

Am I excited about this? Did you READ how much I hate running?! I am not excited. I am determined. I am hopeful. I am making this about a worthy goal, and that's what will see me through it. I hate running and will probably hate running for the rest of my life. But I like giving, and if I can give through running, it's what I will do.

Now to the video you've gotta see. Maybe you've seen it before. People with no TV have a hard time knowing such things. Michelle suggested it for the blog, and I think it fits in nicely with this post.



I wonder why not running doesn't give me a bigger chest. Hmmmm...