In the beginning

Exactly three months ago today, I started running. I had run briefly in the fall of 2008 but as the temperature dropped, so did my motivation.


I'm not really sure why I started running again this time. In part, I wanted to *finally* lose my baby fat from my youngest, or as I like to call it, "my kangaroo pouch. Another big part was that my sister-in-law suggested that we run a race, specifically the St. Jude's half-marathon, together. So I decided to run for a month, see where I am, and then decide about the race. At the end of the month, I realized that the St. Jude's half was not feasible for logistical reasons, but I went ahead and registered for the Philly half-marathon which is closer to home. I figured it would be good to have something to aim for.

Apparently, I am also very optimistic because by the end of April I had run a total of 19 miles. That's right, 19 miles the entire month. The longest run had been 2.5 miles. And yet, somehow, I went ahead and registered for the half, figuring that still had 6 months to go.