This running schtick has been going on for almost 2 months now (go me!) and I'm still digging it. I actually haven't run in a week - I usually run MWF, and last weekend my mother-in-law took my kids for the weekend so I went on a hot date with my husband instead, and then Monday I was sick. But while at the beginning I was afraid that missing even once would lead me to lose my momentum, by now I knew it was no big. I would be back running once I felt a little better, and so I shall. Tonight.
I don't have any aspirations to run a marathon - any race based on a route that actually killed the first guy who did it, and that routinely has people discussing losing their toenails, just somehow doesn't appeal to me. I'm signed up for a 5k in October, and I'm already running about 2.5 miles each time (a 5k is about 3.1). My husband teases my for measuring my runs in miles, but I figure avoiding metric even when it's the reasonable option is ingrained somehow in my psyche.
So yes. Running! It is good for you and also really strangely fun. My butt is looking awesome these days. ;)
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