Running

My first week has officially been completed.

I had initially planned on finishing my last day of running yesterday. However, I took a particularly rough workout class on Thursday morning and my thighs and abs have still not recovered. I thought the extra day before my last run would help me recover a bit.

I was wrong.

I think I am more sore today than I was yesterday.

But I was determined to finish my first week so out we went early this morning, kids bundled into the stroller with blankets, coats, hats, and gloves.

It's a good thing I have my husband with me. He pushes me to finish simply by being there. And so I finished the full 20 minutes. (I'm pretty sure that without him, I could easily talk myself into stopping after 2 or 3 intervals.)

Hurray!

Don't get me wrong. I still hate running.

But I completed one week.

And for that, I am enormously pleased with myself.


P.S. I can always tell when I've been reading books by British authors because I start using phrases like "enormously pleased." It makes me feel sophisticated.