Somewhere In Between

I never know the true distance I run using my iPod's Nike+ thingy. We (my TNT group) set out to do 8 miles and if I add up my "two runs" (some how I reset the dang thing in the middle of the run), we did 9ish. I know its always been a little off but somewhere in between, we did over 8 but less than 9. Hmmmm, go figure!

But despite the miles, it was a great day. Those of us that met up this morning happened to be the half marathon training team only and these girls are the very reason I'm still on the move. I won't be with them in October but they've asked me to keep meeting them for the Saturday runs. I was so excited and moved that they still want me to be a part of the group. So when an opportunity presented itself today, I was able to get a picture of us.

This was a good week all around for me. I started taking a Spinning class and I got back in the pool for some lap swimming (I swear, the swimming never ever feels like a workout). Looks like I'm turning into a gym rat afterall....(shhh, don't tell Michael, but I actually might start liking this stuff...one day!) And I finally hit my 20lb mark. Only 30lbs more to go by December.

Well, that's all for today...gonna go and enjoy the spoils of my workout...a tall glass of chocolate milk! Enjoy your weekend.

Where The Sidwalk Ends

All through grade school to high school, I owned and read (multiple times) all of Shel Silverstein's books and my most favorite was his collection of funny, odd, weird poems in "Where The Sidewalk Ends". As an only child and a classic nerd during my academic years, I could always count on this book to take me away from reality.

Now some 20 years later, I thought of that book as I went out for a run. I couldn't go to my usual place and I thought of going to a paved path that I've only been on once before. So I parked and ran towards what I thought would be said path. But I followed the road I was on til...the sidewalk ended. And off I was on my own adventure of trail running. Having never been trail running, this took a bit of getting used to. But lemme give you a bit of info..Most people who run, love it. My husband is one of those people. I, on the other hand, don't love it, not sure its a strong like yet. My relationship/courtship with running is more or less in its teenage years of "does he like me? How 'bout now?"

Trail running takes a bit more outta ya because of the terrain (der) and I did great concentrating on the trail and where I was going and what was ahead. Ultimately, I multi-tasked, yet another unusual accomplishment. I spent very little thought and energy on how long the run was going to be and questioning "am I done yet?" Even listening to my iPod (with only one ear bud and the volume low), I found myself listening to the buzzing of the cicadas and enjoying the shade of the trees and squishiness of the sand and mud. I reached my turn around point and then...I was done. I hit the pavement and it was like I was immediately shoved back into reality and there was life waiting for me.

Do I love running after today? No, but I got to hold his hand for short while and I felt comfortable. As with ALL relationships, this one will take time, effort, and patience. I'm good with that! So go find where your sidewalk ends, you may be surprised where it takes YOU!