I've started running.
I've mentioned a time or two on here before that I wholeheartedly believe that my body is not made to be a runner's body.
I used to be a runner wayyyy back when.
I've had painful shin splints.
Many sprained ankles.
Also, my bra size...
All of those things equal to me that I'm probably not made for this sport.
But, I've been trying to lose the same damn 10 pounds for two years.
And, I spend all day every day inside.
So, I thought maybe taking up this running thing would be good on two levels.
One, my fitness level and weight loss, and the other, fresh air and sunshine (most of the time).
So, three days in, and I actually am enjoying running.
Except the part where I feel like I'm dying (the whole time).
But before running, I'm psyched up about it.
And after running, I'm psyched I did it another day.
So, I'm at least partly enjoying it.
Bub was sick last Saturday. Like sick.
Which meant cleaning up throw up.
And being nurse mom.
And lots of praying that whatever he had wouldn't pass through the whole family.
My germ paranoia has now moved beyond the normal level.
It didn't help that both of the boys had notes sent from school this week about how flu is running rampant among the students and schools in our tiny little school district.
There is no such thing as too much echinacea, zinc, vitamin C, soap, and sanitizer. And I paid a small fortune to stock up on it all.
Happy Wednesday, friends. I hope your week is treating you well.