In Which Chara Takes a Metaphor Way Too Far.
Written on June 25th
This morning I got up at 6:38 and went running. I ran a mile and a half, which is a lot less than I normally do, but I was running outside, and I decided not to push myself. I've been running exactly one other time since I had Sadie. I am also the same weight I was when I gave birth. After three babies, the weight doesn't exactly melt off anymore. I can't rely on just breast feeding to get rid of the extra calories.
So I ran a mile and a half today. I feel good, this morning. I know I'll be sore tomorrow, but it will feel good.
Written June 26th
I didn't run today, so I did a little Jillian Michaels. She's crazy and I'm way out of shape. The kids were playing in their room until the end of it. Caroline joined me for a bit and it was pretty funny to watch her doing squats and boxing. I'm exhausted and I was sore when I started.
Written June 27th
I got up at 6:15 and left to go run. I saw the same couple there that I saw the first time. I don't really like running on the track- I'd rather be on a treadmill- but it's nice to see them again and the morning is so pretty and peaceful. It's the only time of day that it's not blazing hot and I am alone with my thoughts. That almost never happens anymore, so it's nice. It's nice to be able to hear my own thoughts. Sometimes I forget that I have them.
Feeling better the last two days. Boy am I ever sore, but my mood is picking up already.
And tonight I have set out my running shorts and a t-shirt, my shoes and the good socks and I am looking forward to waking up at 6:15 to go run. I want my time alone. I want my mood to stay like it is. I want my body to be healthier.
I skipped running this morning. I didn't do anything, even though I made a deal with myself that I will do something every day. It's okay. Today was today and tomorrow will be tomorrow.