in which i keep reminding myself, i AM a runner

i casually started working out again a couple weeks ago. by casually, i mean i took walks with the kids. and, last week, i even walk-jogged on treadmill (meaning, i walked more than i jogged).

but yesterday? yesterday was the day. the day i laced up my shoes and decided to run outside. run is a term i use loosely right now. merely seven weeks after birthing a beautiful baby. the first time in ten months. ladies (and Dad), it was tough.

i non-ran for 30 minutes, but didn't even hit three miles, a fact that will not be repeated on this blog. i am sloooooooow, y'all. i ran along my normal route, remembering the sidewalk cracks and places the pavement needs to be repaired. it was a muggy afternoon and i was sweaty before i hit the first corner. i felt very un-attractive, what all red-faced and glistening in my form-fitting fitness attire.

but you know what? i felt good.

well, not really good good. i won't feel that for awhile. but, it felt good to be really working out, getting my heart pumping, doing something physically challenging. which, honestly, is why i kept going. i kept thinking, if i can run a marathon, i can do this.


and i did finish. i plan to do the same tomorrow.