Friday, April 8, 2011
I am super pumped to get started on my running goals. The weather is getting nicer and I can't help but want to be out in the sunshine. There isn't much to do in the yard so my legs are aching to...uh, ache. Not 2 minutes after we pulled into the driveway, J asks if we can use the runner now (he calls the stroller our runner). I high-tailed it upstairs to get dressed and ready to go. When I get back downstairs, J has his sippy cup in hand, silky blanket ready to go, and a hat on his head. Someone's not eager to get pushed around in comfort. Let the running beginning. I check the clock to make sure that I have plenty of time to run before we need to pick T up from school. I have an hour and a half...it will be cutting it close and I won't have time for a great shower, but BRING IT ON!
New gear is on, iPod buds are in my ears and tunes are pumping, water bottle is in the cup holder, ID and phone are in the cubby...time to get going. Before I shove off, I ask J if he's ready. "Let's go mama!", he yells. Here we go, I push off and start to jog down our street...shoes feel great, wind is blowing through my ponytail. Cough, cough. I can't be out of breathe already, I've only taken 5 strides. Cough, cough, cough! You've got to be kidding me. I try to avoid the coughs as I push on but one street down from ours, I must slow to a walk to get a drink. I have been fighting a cold and it looks like it may be winning. "Why are we stopping?", asks a voice from the stroller. "I'm not stopping, mommy has to get a drink so this coughing stops.", I state in an offended manner. "Well, let's go faster!", he yells back to me. He's going to be a great motivator. By the way, the jog/walk was about 30-40 minutes...plenty of time left.
As we are jogging/walking around the neighborhood, J proceeds to point out things to me...the eggs on someones tree, the balls in the yards, squirrels running, dogs peeking through windows, bikes scattered in lawns, the fluffy cotton balls in the sky. It's a nice outing but my over confidence in thinking that I can run/jog/walk for an hour may be deflating. I guess that I'll have to take this one step at a time...little by little. At least I know that J will continue to push me throughout our afternoon jogs.