|Old shoe photo, just for good measure.|
The run itself had glimpses of awesomeness interspersed with a knee that was hurting and a body that felt - well, like it weighed 300 pounds. I tried not to get frustrated that I used to be able to walk as fast as I was jogging. I may have to leave the Garmin behind next time and not pay attention to how fast I'm going. Progress will happen, I just have to keep plugging away at it, right? I know the more I run, the fitter (is that a word?) and lighter I will get. The lighter I get, the easier running will be. The bright side? My Garmin says I burned over 600 calories going just two miles. That may be a bit over-zealous, but I'll take it. The celebration that followed involved warm pajamas, a snuggly baby, and a couch. Endorphin-laced laziness is the very best.
In other news, do you know what happens when you tell everyone how well your baby is sleeping? He wakes you up. At two am. And won't go back to sleep. I want to be mad at the little stinker, but then he looks up and gives me a huge gummy grin and my insides go all squishy. Cuteness is the ultimate self-defense mechanism. That and that snuggly baby smell. I don't think most babies would make it to adulthood if it weren't for these things.
I'm looking forward to a four day weekend (thank you Columbus day) with lots of naps, couch snuggling, running, and picture taking -I promise.
Happy Thursday, Friends!