I'm just a jogger

I say a "jogger", because I'm a wannabe runner. It started when Charlotte was 6 weeks old, and I got on the scale. I said I needed to change. I started going to the gym at 9:30 at night. It seemed it was the only time I could get away from a nursing baby. I started out on a stationary bike, then moved to the treadmill. I ran a pathetic mile in 20 minutes. I am not an athlete. I worked on my diet, I asked my friend Lisa, a trainer, to help me get focused. Between a sprained ankle, throwing my back out, and several migraines I just pushed through.

I started losing weight. 35 pounds.

I started feeling stronger.

But mostly, I began to like to run.

I think the term "runner" is for someone that is better at it than me. I just call myself a jogger. Less pressure. I ran my first 6 am 5k and met my goal of 30 minutes by, 3 minutes less. I know it's just a 5 k. And I have no ambitions for anything more than a 10k. Oh, and to be able to do sit ups. I can't, and think my anatomy is broken (at least that's what I try to tell Lisa to agree too). I definitely have found to be true- that when I carve out time for me to excerise, my attitude and perspective is always better.

My favorite on the wall gym quote:

"The dedicate runner (or jogger) knows,

that the soul comes into

its own when it is confronted

with a challenge, when there are

difficulties, hardships, obstacles,

frustrations, heartaches, and pain

that cannot be shared with the outside world."

me, Lisa, Natalie (4 months pregnant), and Jessica