Running

Running is like giving birth.

This is my conclusion after starting the c25k today. I guess if I am coming to such conclusions after one day of 20 minute running, it does not bode well for me. Also, I suspect I am not in shape at all. Unless you count round as a shape for humans.

In that case, I am in the best shape of my life.

I announced my intention of doing this program and my dear husband bought me some expensive running shoes. I have all kinds of health issues and he wanted to be sure that I get good shoes that support me in my efforts. He says you cannot put a price on health. Actually I can. I just have to calculate the total amount in the two hospital bills and the cost of my running shoes.

All this to say that the shoes kept me going long after I would have normally given up. It was so cold too. R scolded me for going out in this cold (with the baby too). Poor Neilu, his hands were really cold by the time we came back. I was running, so I was sweating and didn't feel it too much. But poor baby must have been cold, sitting in the stroller. I had bundled him up in layers, but I hadn't put mittens on him. The shoes are really cool though. I just didn't feel like getting out of it even after I came home.

I haven't explained why running is like giving birth. You see, this c25k program is such that you have to jog for 60 seconds and then walk for 90 seconds. The 1 minute jog feels never ending while the 1.5 min walk goes all too fast. Those who have given birth know that I am talking about the contractions and the respite between them. Maybe it was the cold, or my fitness level, but I really struggled. But I am not going to give up. I will try when it is less cold and maybe I will struggle less.

I am hoping to finish the program. For the sake of recordkeeping, this is my weight as of today morning: 114 lbs. My waist line after dinner today (much harder to write in public): 34 inches. I don't really have a goal. Ideally I would like to be 105 lbs and have a waistline of 30 inches. But that ship has sailed after I first saw the double red line on a home pregnancy test. So, not to be distracted by numbers, I am not setting a number goal. I just want to be healthier. I won't elaborate here for fear of sounding like a Memaw, but I do have a bunch of health issues and I want to be in better shape to take care of my family.

Today also was Neilu's 15 month appointment and he is doing very well by God's grace. He howled the entire time the doctor was in the room. Not only is his stranger anxiety not reducing, it is getting worse I feel. Poor doctor, he just came into the room, didn't even do anything and he howled. He actually cried less for the shot as the nurse came and went out real fast. And it was so funny, the receptionist was talking to him when he were going out and he was going on in a scolding tone to her. Everyone was laughing. It sounded exactly like "You are all smiles and laughs, but you are one of them also. Don't try and convince me otherwise." I think this is the most fun age ever. He makes me laugh everyday.

Just like his daddy.