My feet hit the pavement this week.
I think the temperature dropping ever so slightly had a little something to do with it. That and the video I watched of myself. (Holy cuss, the camera really does add on 10 pounds!)
There was nothing too spectacular to report.
There was the usual & dreaded jiggling of all my wiggly areas that punched my self esteem around. And of course the mind over burning lungs challenge that went on for miles, making me scream "I CAN DO IT" to myself, in my brain (no. not out loud. but i don't doubt the time will come).
There were war wounds. Leave it to me to go out for an easy run and return with bleeding cuts all up and down my left arm. But in my defense? All of my prior experience with trees and shrubbery told me that the leaves of this (what looked like a) palmetto plant would bend at my will... instead it just speared my left arm like it was some yummy Grouper fit for the barbie.
And there was pee. Dripping out of me, ever so delicately, with every little stride that I made.
I totally should've emptied the tank before the run. Next time I'll be Poised.
That last sentence was a joke. There will not be a next time for pee (dripping out of me while I am running).
From here on to eternity I vow to make sure I empty that cussing bladder of mine before I go out for a run. And I vow to do my Kegels religiously, like a good post-popping-out-a-watermelon-out-of-my-pee-hole lady should.