I was a bit fearful to start week three. Those three minute straight runs scared me. I am a self-proclaimed sissy…especially when it comes to sports activities and sweating.
It wasn’t so bad, though, so now I have moved on to dreading week four. The three minute runs actually feel pretty good and when I am done, I know I still have more to give.
I can’t believe how far I have come the last 7 weeks. I’ve gone from not being able to run at all (without gasping for breath, unbelievable pain, and only from one telephone pole to another at that) to being able to go on a 2 mile walk/run and still having energy left over. And the most amazing part to me, I do not like to go more than two days without a run. I actually feel like running. That is a bizarre thing for me, but I’ll take it.
If only the weight would drop off along with all of it. I still have 20lbs I would like to shed.
Trying to decide where to do August’s race. There is one north of us that is part of a Hot Air Balloon festival, fun right? It is pretty early in the morning, though, and we wouldn’t be able to take the girls unless someone went with us. There is also one west of us that is very kid friendly (1/4 mile race for kids and strollers are allowed in the 5K.) Must decide soon and register or we will miss out on the t-shirt. I’m not a big t-shirt person, but there is something about getting the darn t-shirt. It’s like a badge of honor or something.
On a side note: 11 years ago today was the muggiest, hottest day I can remember. I was walking down the aisle to say “I do”…and I still do!