I give up and give in
I give up
It's been months now- seeing a footpath on the side of the road and having this feeling that I should be on it.
Driving, and finding myself thinking this road would make a good run route
Measuring time in how many miles I could have run...
Oh me-
I think I'm a runner
It makes me laugh- I'm not one to describe myself in sporting terms-
Like I'm some athlete or something- but here I am wishing I was that girl I just passed jogging it up the hill....
Surely this is some weird cold weather induced phase
I stall things by making a list of what I really should pick up before embarking on this whole running thing again...
Things like socks-
yeah I'm out (my kids realized I bought the good stuff and slowly started stealing them- then losing just one of each pair they stole)
I've got one pair of running shoes left- I really think I should have two...
Silliness like this-
Then I realized I used to run in my hubby's sweats and cast off T-shirts what was I stallng for?!?!!
I finally just said it out loud
"I'm going for a run"
I think I said it with a lot of conviction, hubs was like "Ok..."
Best decision ever.
It felt a little wonky- but not bad- 3.8 miles weren't as lovely as I'd imagined- but I didn't hate it- and it felt good running an old familiar route.
I've decided I love the telling of it too- and snapping a pic when I need to catch my breath-
Do you mind if I throw a post or two down every now and again?
I think I need this-
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