Putting one foot in front of the other

Well, I did it. My first real run since September, and first of 2014. A whole 3.12 miles.

Did I really want to go out and run in snow flurries? No. Was it fast and elegant and effortless? No. Do I still have a 9:28 pace? Hell no. 


Did I manage to run the entire time? Yes. Did I sweat and burn off some of that chocolate caramel cake I ate for hubby's birthday? Yes. Did I end feeling happy and energetic and accomplished? Hell yes. 

In the end, my pace and distance don't really matter. All that matters is that I did it. I got up off of my ass and I did it. 

Boy, does that feel good.


Leave me some love and make me smile!