Run Forest Run!

I am running.  I know.  So not like me.  But, my main goal while John is gone is to drop some weight.  I figure that with him away I have some extra time built in to focus on just me...and I better use it to the best of my ability.

So, I got up on Monday and put Bella in the stroller and ran.

And it was HARD.

I ran up a hill...I only ran for about 15 minutes...and then I let Bella out of the stroller and we walked back down the hill - stopping at the playpark - and finally getting back home 2 hours later.

Then on Tuesday I did it again...and today, Wednesday, I did it again.

And it is still HARD.

Right now I am a pitiful sight.  I am a terrible runner.  I should probably be embarrassed as all these trim military men come breezing by me, but I just really don't care.  I figure that they should be patting me on the back as they lap me 700 times because I'm out there instead of doing what I really want which is to be in my PJs still wallowing on the couch watching Oprah.

Actually, there have been quite a few thumbs up.  Military peeps are so supportive when it comes to physical fitness.  And every time I get one it makes me jog just a little farther the next time.  So, when you pass one of those sad looking overweight joggers (yeah...that would be me.) ...give them a thumbs up because you never know..that may be exactly what they need to spur them to get out there the next day and go again.