Jenny Told Me To Run, So I Ran....

I was Run-in... and the pain in my legs can prove it.

After a whole season of promising myself that I would take up running, I did it. I was actually anticipating it. I woke up every hour looking at the clock counting down the rime until I could make my exercising debut for the year.

For the past couple of months I've been saying that its too cold, or too hot or too early or too whatever, so trust me that when I say I freaked out when I looked out the window and saw snow. But I persevered.

So, I layered up putting my thermals AND my running pants on (yes I have alot of work out gear, i just don't work out...) laced up my Nike's, threw my hoodie on, zipped up my vest and I was "red ta go"(my mom used to say that all the time with her deep southern drawl).

I walked to the corner of 5th & Godfrey by way of Fisher Park, deposited some money in the bank and thought about turning back, but then I saw some old man who was probably like 100 running down Godfrey Avenue. I was like "aaaw man! I can't let no old man show me up" I walked a little further up 5th street until I got to the water reservoir in West Oak Lane, and I started to run.

I ran full speed to the corner and stopped at the corner. I thought my lungs would fall down my pants leg. I had to get myself together, I walked a little and talked myself into breathing the right way - in...2...3..4... out...2...3...4... I felt much better and I started off again, convincing myself that I could go a litter further. I ended up running /walking 2 whole miles if you count the trip there and back...

I got back in the house at around 8:00 and I was amped! I was Hype! I felt like punching something (please don't ask...). I was so full of energy, and wishing that I had done more. As a matter of fact I'm gonna drag myself out a little early in the morning tomorrow to do the same.