Running

Ah, another heartfelt outpouring of sentimental mush.  You have been warned- its coming.

I started running again today.  To me, running has nothing to do with weight loss or health.  It connects me to Daddy.  There is a clarity that comes with my memories of running with Daddy, and I remember things I probably wouldn't if I hadn't been running.  As a sped teacher, I know it probably has something to do with my learning modalities.  But I remember our first run, and I remember all the things Daddy told me when I was running so hard I couldn't talk and I told him to tell me things so I wouldn't think about running.

I want to run again to get as close as I can to the closest thing I've got to Daddy.  I want to run with Uncle Jack.  He's been after me, and I have been full of excuses.  Pregnant.  Nursing.  Too fat.  Too tired.  Too busy.  But now the wanting has caught up with me.  I'd rather have the emotional connection than the excuses.  So I'm going to run.

I started a "get started in running" program.  I ran 1 minute then walked 2 minutes for 30 minutes.  I went 1.84 miles on the treadmill and burned 237 calories.  And it really wasn't that bad.