At the very least, I can say it was grueling. Words like painful, horrible and vigorous also come to mind. Is she talking about running the ultramarathon, you ask, or possibly taking on the Ironman Triathlon? No, I’m talking about going on my first jog–a measly three miles–since having my baby five months ago.
In the months leading up to this run (if I can even call it that), I was stuck in a no-exercise rut. I had found every excuse not to go: “The baby has a cold.” “It’s too chilly outside.” “It’s getting too dark.” “I thought I saw a dog running loose in the neighborhood.” But yesterday, something in me finally clicked. I thought, “Enough excuses. Get out there and get moving.”
