Sweat

Seven weeks after giving birth I did it.  I finally got outside and got my first official exercise in.  I went on a “run.”  I use the word “run” loosely here because, well, I’m slow as molasses.  I expected that though.  Ten months of no running will do that to you.  But I’m also proud of myself.  Because I ran 1.5 miles without having to stop and walk.  Oh, I wanted to stop and walk but then I pictured Jillian Michaels yelling at me and pushed on through.  I know, that’s corny.  (Um, maybe you don’t know me too well but I’m about as corny as you can get.  Big old nerd over here!)  But it’s also true.  I pictured a workout on the Biggest Loser and knew that if Jillian were out there with me, well, first she’d be bitching too because she hates running but then she’d be yelling at me to keep going, keep running, keep pushing.  So I did.  1.5 miles with an 11:45 pace.  And at the end I pushed myself to my “finish line” with a pace in the mid 10’s.  I finished strong.  Bob and Jillian would be so proud.  Now I just have to keep running and start biking so I’m ready for that duathlon on August 29th!