Only three weeks until I can jump back into running!
I began preparations yesterday. I took Winston for a walk for the first time this year. Ha...that sounds like a long time. But, we're only 21 days into it. My plan is to slowly start introducing the ol' ankle to more 'activity'. Because every time I do something different, it swells up and hates me. So, I'd rather start making it angry now so that when I do start running, it won't be so bad.
It was only 10* outside, but I really just wanted to get out, put on my running shoes and soak up a little vitamin D. I've been out of the game for too long, because I forgot my phone so I could listen to some tunes and take pictures. Who am I?
Nonetheless, it was SO nice just to get out. Winter has been a cold-hearted bitch these days, so getting outside just hasn't been an option. Winston was grateful, I'm sure. But, he seemed a little confused about our pace though. He kept on giving me a lot of backwards glances like:
In other news, I have been reading The Ultimate Beginners Running Guide: The Key to Running Inspired by Ryan Robert. I'm already halfway through, so I will have a review coming soon. I'm secretly happy Ryan contacted me, you know, because I've been out of the game. So technically, I am a 'beginner' all over again. Good timing, right?
I've also been trying to get my eating back on track. I've put on a few pounds since surgery, which I expected. Not exercising at all for over two months, and eating like a maniac over the holidays....bound to happen. I'm ok with it. I like a bit of a challenge.
Notice a theme here? Not planned, I swear.
Lastly, my child.
She needs to be given an award or something. For the world's best fake crier. I am probably the most unemotional woman ever. My child? Cries if I go into the bathroom without her. If her toy doesn't work the way she wants it to. If her oranges have a little bit of the 'white stuff' on them. Everything is a dilemma with this kid.
Lord Almighty, this is probably going to be my lot in life. Learning how to be empathetic to such an emotional little being. Don't get me wrong though, when she is crying about the oranges, I usually just tell her to suck it up. Because, really, she's got to toughen up at some point.