Run, Mama! Run!

I've decided since the weather has been absolutely gorgeous that I should bust out the running shoes again. I've used the crappy weather and no time for the gym as my excuses for a solid 9 months. Prior to that, I used being way pregnant as my excuse, and I'm sure I had some other lame ass excuses even before that. 

Let's just say, I'm a bit rusty. I typically try to get a "run" in after little man goes to bed for the night. For the sake of this post, let's use the word "run" lightly. Tonight was Attempt 3 and I accomplished an 11 min/mile. Seriously, #fatkidproblems. Not only was I running slow, but I felt like I was dying the entire time. Monday - I ran farther and faster...tonight - different story. 

Here's a trick though, if I run with my ear buds in, I can't hear myself breathing - which is an excellent form of mind trickery to convince myself I am not dying. About 1 mile into the run, I caught a whiff of dead animal...seriously, puke. I contemplated calling for pick-up, but my options are seriously limited there. SO, I kept running jogging along. About 1.3 miles in, I recalled the Biscuits and Gravy I had for dinner and reconsidered my choices to eat at 7:20 and run at 8:10...seriously, puke. About 1.5 miles in, the end was in sight and I tried to kick it up a notch...I'm sure the neighbors got pure entertainment from that.

The good news, I did it. it wasn't pretty, but I did it. I'm setting a goal to do a 5k...maybe a Color Run. Any suggestions? If you'd like a good laugh, stake yourself on my route - between gasping for breaths and my serious lack of coordination, I'll turn any frown upside down.