I ran this weekend, well it was more of a light jog, but I ran all the same. It started out a couple of weeks ago when Hubby decided he was going to start training to run a marathon next year. I have heard this before, but will support him and go along with it for as long as it lasts, and he understands that. So this weekend, I went along (walking at first) with him on his third run. As he got ahead of me “J” started calling out for Daddy from his most favoured perch in the jogging stroller. Then, he started yelling “faster Mommy, faster!”. So what could I do, I had to run.
I figured I would run for a bit, then walk for a bit, but to my surprise, without the dogs (it was raining) I was able to keep a slow and steady pace and catch up to Hubby at the turning point. I was not winded, I was not dragging my feet, I was running and chatting with “J”. I hate to admit it but, it felt good. I used to run. I used to run every single day! I haven’t run in about 16 years. This could be a start of a good thing. As Hubby doesn’t run every day yet, we went for a fast walk yesterday instead, which is pretty much what I do almost everyday with the dogs anyway. We will have to see how this goes, since I can’t lose weight any other way at this point in time, might as well strap on the running shoes and actually run.
Don’t wait for me at the finish line yet, but do wave if you see my jogging by.

