Last night, when Brad and I took Neely for a walk, I told him that I was thinking about starting running. And he laughed. Not that he didn't have reason to. I have not run since 7th grade. Even when it is raining, I don't run to my car. I HATE TO RUN. So what possessed me to go for a run today, I don't know.
I took a final swig of my Dr. Pepper, put Neely in our jogging stroller (I bought it for Brad) and started out. I decided that I would try to run 1/2 the time and walk 1/2 the time. I told myself that I would walk for 5 minutes and then run for 5 minutes. HA! So I walked for 5 minutes and then ran by 5 houses. Then I walked again. So then I started walking by 6 houses & running by 6 houses. Then 7 houses. You get the drift--except never did I run by more than 8 houses. Thank god no one was outside. It was SO embarrassing.
By the time I got home, Neely was asleep and I was hyperventilating. No Kidding. But I'm not giving up.