Sunday, August 14, 2011
My daughter is a runner. She's going in a half marathon in the fall. It has helped her so much, not only physically but as a non-medication solution for depression. She had a nasty breakup with her fiance (the rat) and I have to say she is doing well, reacting as a normal person would. I give credit to the running.
She would love me to run, but I am obese. I have been walking however, a half hour, a mile in 30 minutes with the dog. I've been doing that for quite sometime.
Yesterday morning, I ran. A slow jog for one to two minutes. It wasn't as bad as when I tried to before. Too puffed to make my little goal of partway down the path. But today I did it! My two minutes to the bend in the path! I pretended like I had gone through the ribbon to win a race. The dog looked at me funny. LOL.
But it's a secret. I am deathly afraid the runners who use the path will catch this fat old lady starting to run.
But I have a goal. A one kilometre run (OK jog, prob. walk) in September. Won't my daughter be surprised!