Off and on over the years, I’ve been running. Then I stop. Then I wish I was a “runner”. Then I start again, then I stop. The stops and starts have evolved around the cooking and birth of both of my children and other life stuff.
Over the summer, someone made a rather unflattering comment about my weight. Yes, my weight is something that bothers me, something I’m unhappy with. Yes, I was planning on getting going to do something about this. But this comment really bothered me. And so I did something about it.
I started walking. Rather than sit in a lawn chair and work on my handmade business products while my kids were playing outside with the neighbors, I walked. I walked anywhere and anytime I could. And then I started running. Again.
When I was a graduate student and our son was little and we were dirt broke, I basically strong armed my husband into buying a treadmill. We got a great deal but we didn’t even have room in our house for it, out to the garage it was relegated. Prior to the treadmill I had been running at the crack of dawn with my son in our jogging stroller – schedules changed and again, I stopped running.
But not this time.
In September I signed up to run a 5K at the beginning of November. See how Dr.Q does running this month for the “BIG RACE” next.