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^^ Ana’s first blog post. At the ripe old age of three. She’ll be a computer nerd like her momma. It starts out with x’s because Ana is currently OBSESSED with the letter x. She saw an episode of The Backyardigans where they were pirates and they were following a treasure map. Now she talks about treasure maps and finding the x constantly. We’ll be walking through a parking lot and she’ll see where the parking stall lines intersect and she’ll start jumping up and down, “An x! An x!” Railroad crossings are also quite popular for their x factor. It’s hilarious. Derek drew her her own little treasure map and she carries it around everywhere she goes. “Through the trees, and to the x,” she’ll exclaim to anyone who will listen.

I’ve been struggling with my return to running since I hurt my ankle a while back now. I was out for five weeks. I’ve gone back four times since then and while the first two went fine, the last two have not been great for me. I know that I should be happy that I’m out and exercising at all, but I just am so OCD about this stuff, but the fact that I haven’t been able to complete a 20 minute run straight is killing me. I felt worse getting home after my workout than I did if I hadn’t gone and that kinda sucks. So, I just have to push past it and keep repeating this workout until I hit it. That said, I can feel my ankle hurting as I’m typing this so I’m crossing my fingers that I haven’t screwed it up even more/again.

I got fed up with my hair and chopped it off again. Not much else to say about that.

Hmm. Yeah, my life is pretty boring these days. I start a new job in about a month so that should be interesting. I’m a bit meh about it. I’m grateful for the change in hours and days off and for having a lot more consistency, I just know that I’m also tired of being the new girl and, well, here I go being the new girl again.

And on that note, I am being beckoned to go jump like a kangaroo by a precocious three-year old.

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Going The Distance

While I have always thought that running is the most awe-inspiring of all the displays of athleticism out there, I have always likened the actual experience of running to sitting in a dentist’s chair having a root canal while two sadistic beauticians wax your legs. In other words? Torturous.

Couch to 5K has turned so much of that around for me. Yesterday this fat girl managed to RUN for 16 minutes, chopped into two eight-minute segments. For those who are used to  being fit this may seem like nothing, but for a girl like me, who cheated when counting laps in high school gym class, it is AMAZING.

My first week went by pretty smoothly. I thought “Yeah, hey, I can do this. No problem! I’m a runner! Woo!”

And then I came into week two. And I was still going alright, but the attitude was more like, “Yeah. Cool. I’m kinda running. Kinda sweating. Kinda ew. But hey! Feels good!” I almost stayed an extra day (or week) on week two, but my awesome friend convinced me that ya know what? We could do this. Let’s keep going. So we did.

Week three. Whooooeeeeeee. Week three was good. More running, for sure. Day one of the third week was fantastic. Day two of week three had me convinced that I was going to keel over dead on the treadmill. Day three of week three? Holy ever-loving god, the only reason that I made it through was that I kept chanting to myself that if I’d done it twice before, that I could do it one more time. No way, no how, was I going to move onto week four.

Guess what? I moved on to week four. Again, I almost died. Again, I was convinced that there was not an ice cream’s shot in a microwave that I was going to do week five. I just might stay on week four the entire remainder of my LIFE. Sensing a theme here?

I moved on. And I DID IT. I ran. I ran five minutes and then walked three. And then I did that TWO MORE TIMES. And I felt SOOOOO good. It felt even better than week four. And then yesterday, I ran eight minutes, I walked five and then I ran another eight and let me tell you, I was grinning my way through that last run. It felt so good. When I thought I couldn’t go anymore, I just started counting. One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four. Over and over and over again. And I smiled. And I ran. And I did it. I not only did it, but I walked for an extra half and hour and logged just under four miles. FOUR MILES! From a quasi-fat girl!

I’m so amazingly proud of myself and of Miss Meghann, for being right there with me and doing it and hitting it just as hard as I am. I can’t believe that we’re becoming runners. I am so happy for us.