So yeah - that was me ...

It has always, and by always I mean the last 6 years after I gave up being a 100% bookworm, goal of mine to run a 5K. Luckily for my inner couch potato I have a laundry list of reasons while this has never been accomplished.

* I'd rather make cookies.
* You can't run after eating too many cookies.
* 2 not so easy pregnancies with physical activity stopping around month 3.
* Recovering from 2 c-sections.
* 8 months alone with two children under 3 and a full time job.
* Texas humidity is too much to get started.
* I was introduced to the Twilight series.
* It is not possible to run while trying to read a 400 page book.

You get the point. But NOW! I feel the time has arrived. I have two helpers to prevent me from eating too many cookies.

I decided to start on the treadmill because they have a great play area for the boys to destroy while I run. Who needs the added stress of 70 lbs in a stroller to get started? That would just be another detractor on my list of why nots. Two other running moms are usually there while I am. They know my situation and are VERY encouraging, until I gave them this:


Okay, so that wasn't really me, but that is just about what happened. Three times. The 20 miler with the 10 foot legs stopped running to make sure I was okay. She gave me the side eye as I approached the treadmill the following day. She also informed me she knew CPR as I stepped on my machine. I laughed it off. But thank goodness someone in that room knows what they are doing!