Newbie

On this chilly autumn morning I took my legs that can barely walk for a run.

You know how, when you go for a drive on any given New Year's morning, you're bound to pass a newbie runner or two doing their thing: Red faced, out of breath and clearly struggling, but soldiering on nonetheless?  How you feel a mixture of pity and respect as you drive past them, silently cheering them on and doing an imaginary Mexican wave, because a runner always respects the efforts of a fellow runner?  Well, today that newbie runner was me.

I was the whole package: Red face - check. Half-crawl, half-shuffle - check. Steely, determined look in the eyes - check.  It wasn't pretty. Did I have fun?  Nope. Will I go again? You bet. Why? Because I know from experience just how much fun it will become.

Post-run snuggle with Baby Girl on the couch.