Running....
I put on my drop dead sexy running outfit,shoes, iPhone, water bottle (you know you want a picture).. and just as I approach the door.....
there she stands... looking at me with those big eyes..
Gracie-the motivator!
So,off "we" go!
Now, you gotta understand.Straight from the gate is this..
ok... so maybe it's not "that" big of a hill. But, you try to run it. It's a killer hill. I promise, I need an oxygen tank hidden in the woods! It's not pretty folks, it's not pretty.
My goal is to be able to run a half a marathon before I turn 50. That clock is ticking like a dang time bomb and my wick is getting shorter every month.
I like running.... like a dog likes fleas, like a garden likes weeds, like a fat man likes the word "diet".
Which, leads to "why" I run.
F.P.F
Flippin' Physical Fittness.
The older I get, the more gravity pulls me down like a piece of melted cheese on the hot pavement.
See... this chocolate cake?
I gained 6.3 lbs just downloading it and putting it on my blog. If I could smell it, it would add another 4 oz.
This is why I run.
I had to set goals...
So, these are my goals...
1. Run! so I don't look like I'm wearing spandex filled with three day old cottage cheese.
2. Run! so that I don't grunt and groan every time I get up off the couch. (it's not a pleasant sound)
3. Run! so I can chase my grand kids around the house.
4. I want to be able to say, "I ran a half-marathon" before i turned 50. (I think that's called "bragging-rights") Who knows, maybe I'll run a full marathon some day. (yeah, I'm pretty sure that's a "NOT")
So, here I am...
49, my slightly fluffy physic, smile, and all the determination of a Chihuahua chasing a semi truck! In hopes that he'll catch it someday. Not that he'll know what to do with it when he does.
Okay.... one last picture...
My husband..... who's a running maniac!
NOT... lol
Okay... here he is...
He's a cutie pie.
He runs to relieve stress.
Pretty sure it gives me stress.. but that's another blog another day.
