I went for run today for the first time in years. I have been going to the gym and foolishly thought hey I can go four miles on the eliptical I can totally run to the park and back. 2 miles. Face palm. Its 50 degrees this morning, perfect for a run. I stretch out in the driveway, tie my key to my shoes, and head for the open road. As I turn off my street my shins start to hurt, I can’t breathe, and this sinking feeling of vomitting sets in. I can still see the house what did I get myself into. I shrug it off. I can do this. I run all the time at the gym damnit. As I go farther down the street I am becoming convinced that I will indeed pass out and die right here in suburbia. Where no one will even notice since i have only met one neighbor in two years. Oh I see them but they are far to busy with their own lives. Of course If I were 8 months pregnant and still smoking I wouldnt want to talk to anyone either (yeah we all see you neighbor lady). But that is a whole different blog for another day.
What was I saying .. Oh yeah. The damn gym let me believe I was getting in shape. lies. Well I did make it to the park and back, but it was far tougher than I thought it would be. Now I feel like the gauntlet has been thrown by the road. Its taunting me. But I will not give up. I love nothing more than a good challenge.