Slow and Steady

I went for my first run today since who knows when.....

Ok, If I really think about it, it has been almost 9 or 10 months.  I did a half marathon last November, and I think that is the last time I propelled myself forward quicker than a walk.  For the last couple months, it really was more of a waddle.

Now, certain body parts have not been cooperating when it comes to running (ie- bladder), so I started off today at a quick walking pace.  I have walked several times since the twins were born, but this time I was jogging stroller-free thanks to my fabulous husband.  I had my music turned up loud, had nothing to push but myself, and I felt a bit free.

I got halfway through the first part of my normal three mile route, and a little thought creeped into my head....

"Maybe I could try to run for just a bit"


"Surely not!" said my practical side.  "You'll pee your pants, you'll die of exhaustion, your huge boobs will knock you out from the bouncing, people will laugh at your pathetic pace......"

"Just try it."


and so I did.

Now, I wasn't speedy by any stretch of the imagination.  In fact, I am sure if I had my Garmin on it would have started laughing at me instead of beeping when I hit each mile.  You probably couldn't even call it running - it was more of a slow, methodical trot.

And I walked up the big hill (ok, it's more of a slight incline).

And I walked when I hit my neighborhood entrance instead of methodical trotting to my house.

But I didn't take the shortcut by the school to cut off mileage

And I ran all the way around the park instead of cutting through

And I kept moving

And I didn't pee my pants (as far as I know - black shorts hide all kinds of mishaps ya know)

And when I got home I was sweaty and out of breath and tired and felt just a teeny weeny bit more like my old self.