Tuesday, December 18, 2012


So, before doing my first half marathon, I was not a runner. In fact, running with my child for one full, long, painstaking block was agonizing. And at the end, I was gasping for air. But before I could complete those 13.1 miles, I had to start with one baby step, adding a few more feet each time I ran. Constantly repeating, just one more block, just one more block helped pushed me along.

Well, that was a couple months ago and I haven't ran since. In fact, this morning, I was running to catch the bus, merely a couple blocks away and I felt like dying once I got on the bus. Talk about your flashback.

So today, I will race my son, or myself, for one block. Shouldn't be that bad, right?

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