I am running. I know. So not like me. But, my main goal while John is gone is to drop some weight. I figure that with him away I have some extra time built in to focus on just me...and I better use it to the best of my ability.
So, I got up on Monday and put Bella in the stroller and ran.
And it was HARD.
I ran up a hill...I only ran for about 15 minutes...and then I let Bella out of the stroller and we walked back down the hill - stopping at the playpark - and finally getting back home 2 hours later.
Then on Tuesday I did it again...and today, Wednesday, I did it again.
And it is still HARD.
Right now I am a pitiful sight. I am a terrible runner. I should probably be embarrassed as all these trim military men come breezing by me, but I just really don't care. I figure that they should be patting me on the back as they lap me 700 times because I'm out there instead of doing what I really want which is to be in my PJs still wallowing on the couch watching Oprah.
Actually, there have been quite a few thumbs up. Military peeps are so supportive when it comes to physical fitness. And every time I get one it makes me jog just a little farther the next time. So, when you pass one of those sad looking overweight joggers (yeah...that would be me.) ...give them a thumbs up because you never know..that may be exactly what they need to spur them to get out there the next day and go again.