12:05 p.m. - 2009-04-21
Run Forest... Run
There was a time, that I would run every. single. day. I would arrise at 6 am regardless of the weather and I would start my day runing the streets of the city or sometimes the indoor track. If I missed a day, I would have an mini anxiety attack.
My addiction has eased considerably the last 5 years since College Graduation. I still enjoy being active, hiking, walking, and moving. All are high on my list of favorite activities but making an effort is good enough to chase off the my fear of fatness. So 30 minutes on the eliptical or a walk around the neighborhood calms my nerves and I have settled into my routine.
But something in the back of my head whispers "run Paula, Run" every time I lace up my running shoes. I have been shoving it back for weeks now with excuses of babies, dogs, weather.
As I mentioned my desire to Wade he proded me forward with gentle encouragement. Today while working the topic arose amoung my co-workers and a few 10 k's made there way onto my calendar. I'd better start running there's no way I can go 6.2 miles on a whim. Anyone want to join me?
