Running to and fro… or on a treadmill facing shelves of storage. I find it strangely enjoyable. Especially with Animal Planet playing with closed captioning and my iPod blasting.
Here’s the deal. I used to be a bona fide runner. Not a particularly fast one, not one with really special shoes, not one who ever ran farklets. But I used to run regularly. I could run five miles and feel great afterward – sweaty, tired, and great.
Then I got pregnant, and I wasn’t one of those amazing women who continue their super exercise programs through their pregnancies. And then I was put on bed rest – quite a surprise for a rather fit person. And then I gave birth five weeks early, and then it was winter, and then the holidays started…
So I haven’t run for quite a while, and the muscles in my legs are mere shadows of their former selves. But I plan on getting back to my old five-mile self this year.