First of all, thank you SO much for all the extremely kind comments to go along with that last post. Wow. I really appreciate it.
We get to have a three-day-weekend over here and we're soaking in every minute of it. I LOVE no-school Mondays...getting to stay up late on Sunday night with just our family is the best. We watched "Forever Strong." I had never seen it and I loved it...especially the small conversations it started with my kids.
On Saturday I couldn't talk any of my kids into doing P90X with me (I've reverted back to a mix between that and Insanity), so Dave took pity on me and went running with me.
Boy howdy I thought I was in shape. Why does running make your hips hurt so bad?
But I will say I was completely euphoric that I ran for a whole mile and a half without a single stop. Marathon runners, go ahead and laugh, but I'm telling you, I was on a high after that. I did have to stop twice running the same distance back home, but hey, I'll do better next time.
When I run (those five times that I have) I do kind of "get" why people run. What a feeling of exhilaration when you're done. But then I don't go again for a year or so...hmmm.
My problem is that I get sidetracked just wishing I had my camera to capture the way the shadows of the trees intertwine in such harmony...or the beauty of a patch of golden leaves strewn across the sidewalk in front of me...or those unique brown berry-looking things hanging from one tree that catch the angle of the sun so perfectly that they glisten. I had a tough time just passing by them rather than stopping to gather them up and take them right home with me.
But the best part? Having Dave run at my side giving me pep talks.