For some reason, I am afraid of running. I am afraid my knees are going to end up puddling around my ankles, my quads will be up at my waist, even with my boobs. But it didn't happen that way.
Yesterday started with hubby driving the kids to school because I was too tired to walk them. I did my running around before I had classes, ran home to get the kids from school, ran them over to their grandparents', and then back to campus for class. Now this was not actual running yet, it was mostly driving.
Yesterday was Hell hot, and I really wanted to swim. When I took the kids over to their granparents', I also took their suits, along with mine. When I went back to pick them up, I took a quick dip in the pond. It had a lot of floating weeds and muck by the shore, but once I got past that, there was plenty of clear water. I did all kinds of twists and turns and many arm workouts. It felt great!
When I got home, I decided to take the dog for a walk. He was thrilled! I also decided this time, since it was just me and the brute, that I would listen to music. It's really hard not to sing with the headphones on, and I think I accomplished the task. Anyway, we were almost home and the song "Word Up" came on the iPod. I decided to try a jog. It worked. I mean, it was only one tenth of a mile, but I ran. And I lived! AND I feel really good! I might even do it again! Wha????