A few months ago I was doing my daily routine of putting in an exercise DVD and then less than ten minutes later turning it off, not because I wanted to but because the girls were in my way, using me as a jungle gym and I gave up on getting any exercise in for the day. I had had it. I needed exercise, I craved getting a good sweat and being sore the next day. But it just wasn’t happening. Then I had a light bulb moment. If I put both girls in the double stroller, then they don’t have any choice but to sit down, shut up and hang on. So that’s exactly what I did. I had never wanted to go outside and run before because I was to self conscious. But I decided to just get over it and go for it. And I’ve been doing it three to four days a week ever since. I downloaded the couch to 5K podcasts off of itunes and I love them! There’s a 5K in November I want to do and then a 1/2 marathon in January.
So anyways, having lived here for six years and just starting to be a runner (not that I really consider myself a runner – I move at a turtles pace) I’m wondering why I didn’t start doing this sooner. I live in the most beautiful place in the world. The Ironman and many relay races go by my house. Plus the weather here is absolutely perfect 3/4 out of the year. This is the view out the back of my house – isn’t it gorgeous?