Wednesday, January 4, 2012

I went running today

I don't run.

Seriously. I passed out in 8th grade and came to with Mr. Tarr standing over me making sure I wasn't dead.

I don't run.

Unless I am being chased. And I don't get chased that often.

I can run for about 10 feet before I feel like crawling into a hole and dying.

I can power walk. I am great at power walking. I am great at power walking  while pushing Dylan in the stroller or carrying him in the backpack carrier. But I do not run.

Until today.

My neighbor called this evening and said that she was going for a run and asked if I wanted to join her. She was at lunch with me today and saw me eat like 5 pieces of pizza. If I said no, she would judge me. And if she didn't judge me, then I would judge her for not judging me. It's all very technical.

I said yes.

And I ran. Okay, well it was not running as much as it was slowly jogging while simultaneously trying not to trip and keep up with Angie.

I ran a mile. I actually ran a mile and I didn't trip. 

I ran for the first time since 8th grade. 

And guess what? I didn't die.

I may have to try this running thing again. Because those 5 pieces of pizza are not going to burn themselves.

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