I know you’ve been wondering what new thing I decided to try; come on, admit it! The question has been gnawing at the back of your mind for days . . . “I have to know what that crazy mama is going to do! How is she going to revolutionize her life? Oh! For the love of all that is good and holy, I must know!!!!!!!”
Ok, maybe you haven’t been thinking that. Maybe you forgot all about my little decision (thank you TV commercial) to bring something new into my life.
Well, I didn’t.
Thanks to Denise at Run, DMT, I decided to make RUNNING my new thang. Yes, I said running — as in the act of smoothly and quickly putting one foot in front of the other for the purpose of covering any distance in a small amount of time. (definition provided by moi, thank you very much!)
Now, if my family is reading this blog, I’m sure they are laughing and chortling through their coffee, Dr. Pepper, sweet tea, and Pepsi. Well, laugh away, dear ones. Laugh away.
I’m doing this.
So what if I’m not coordinated or graceful or athletic or in shape? So what if I’ve stubbed my big right toe twice so far doing this? So what if my running style will never be likened to that of the graceful gazelle? I’m running.
Ok, maybe it’s not quite running . . .yet. But it will get there. It’s definitely a fast(ish) walk. Sometimes, it’s even a jog!! I’m serious, it is! (Oh, but I DO look like the girl in this picture when I walk jog run!)
I even have a running playlist to motivate my legs to move (I stole that idea from Denise too).
So, there it is. I’m officially a quasi-runner. Maybe someday I’ll be promoted. When that day comes, I’ll celebrate with an ice-cream sundae. With whipped cream. And a cherry. Two cherries.
Definitely runner’s food.
