My whole life, I have wanted to be a runner.... not a "runner-runner" just a casual, 'yeah, I run a few miles a day' runner. I tried running as a kid, but didn't really ever stick with it. Tried running in college, but uhmmm, I'm REALLY self-conscious, and a college campus is NOT the place to 'prove' you can't run. Then I met Chris, and pretty quickly, we were married with a kid on the way!!! (no really, we started officially dating in November of 2001, and were married in September of 2002, and pregnant in November of 2002!!!!) And then, pretty much as soon as one baby tuned 1, we were pregnant with the next. So, in November of 2008, while nearing the end of my pregnancy with #4, I decided I was finally going to become a runner. I had turned 30 in August, and I wasn't getting any younger. So, Jillian was born on Nov 17, and on Nov 24, I hopped on the treadmill. And, I ran. A whole entire 2 minutes. Then, I collapsed on the bed grunting in pain. I grunted for 30 minutes. It was miserable. So, being a creature of habit -- and yes, after 1 day, running on the treadmill IS a habit, I got back on the treadmill. And I ran a whole nother 2 minutes. But, I didn't collapse. I just puked. This went on for weeks. After about 6 weeks, I could run an easy 3 minutes on the treadmill. On Jan 1 of 2009, I signed up for a 5K.
It wasn't until April 4th, so I had some time to get from 3 minutes to 3.1 MILES!!!!!!!!!
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