Run Forrest

For some strange reason I have it in my head that I want to run. The old Shell had a favourite saying. 'I couldn't run if something was chasing me.' So what is up with this Shell. I think I have just realised that running gets you there faster. In soooo many ways. Gets you were you need to be faster, gets you fitter faster and gets your weight off faster.

I spent some time yesterday putting together a playlist of pumping songs to keep my legs going and to block out the sound of my lunges gasping.

This morning I put on my new sports bra (in a D cup) and my sneakers and off I went.

I decided to do the walk run method first. I jogged out of the house and made it to the end of the street. Lunges burning, bad taste in my mouth, gasping for breath, I kept walking. At the next corner I turned the music up louder and jogged to the end of the next street. Lunges burning, gasping for breath, I kept walking. Then I did a little run across the street and a little more walking. Then it was time to take me jacket off and show of my Somnio assets and singlet.

My new sports bra did it's job and the girls had a great time out. My legs, which are still a little numb, were tingling with circulation.

Only bad parts of my first experience is I need to trim my toe nails. My little nail cut through the side of my next toe and there is blood. I had to hobble home, which is probably good as I lost my garage door remote. I put it in my pocket and when I took my jacket off i made sure it was safe. Anyway I got to the half way turn around and checked it and it was gone. It had flown out of my pocket, so I spent the journey home looking for it. Yes, I found it under a tree.

First run down. It can only get better.