This morning I went for a run. Okay, a jog...or maybe...I'm not sure what to call it, but I was out there. I've never been a runner or even one who exercises regularly so I set short, realistic, attainable goals; such as, "just run until the sidewalk curves", "make it to the Stop sign", "run in front of so-and-so's house in case she's awake and looking out her window so you'll have a witness".
Taking an idea from Audrey, here are a few of my thoughts.
*being able to breath through your nose is a desirable ability
*maybe running in the cold morning air with a sinus infection on the horizon isn't the best idea
*back pain and the fact that I'm nursing my baby may make this morning's jaunt a singular event
*I did better than I thought I would, probably because I ran and walked intermittently
*I'll have to make sure my iPod is charged if I go out again
*I really need to work on breathing (are burning lungs normal?)
Overall, more complaints than anything, but it was my first time and I'm just six weeks out from having surgery. Maybe I'll go out again, maybe not. It would help to have company, but I'm sure I'd slow anybody else down. Perhaps I'll get a turtle.