Day 7: Run in the country, where you're the skinniest cow in the feild

I can't beleive it! I cannot beleive it! I have made it through my first week and 1/3rd of the program.... I can't wait to see how much weight I lost....uhhh... I mean, ..... I can't wait to be healthier! Us women always do that, don't we? We start excerising to "be healthier" but really, in the back of our minds there will always be that secret agenda to lose weight. You know what else is funny to me? We set-out to do something that we never thought we would ever do (like running in my case) then we ask God to help us, then He does, and then we're totally shocked! Well, this is the end of being shocked for me. Expect good things from God!

My rest day was wonderful, I feel relaxed, I got some housework done, and my leg muscles don't feel ripped apart anymore. I am ready for another day of running! Yesterday would have been much more enjoyable, however, if I hadn't spent the entire day worrying about how difficult today's run would be.

Last night, Nathan and I went to Wal-mart with my birthday money to pick out one of those water bottle belts for Kaytlyn and I. On our last run together, we were so incredibly thirsty that I was seriously thinking about drinking from the creek, which was actually a ditch with water and manure run-off in it. Luckily, we made it through, and I didn't have to put myself through that degrating experience; however, I'm sure it would have added more entertainment value to my blog if I had.

So, I'm starting to look like one of those perfect runners. I'm not quite as skinnny as them, but I must confess, I have the coordinating running pants, sweater, shoes, water-bottle-belt, pedometer thing, and even a Lulu lemon headband (I only pain 25 cents for mine though). Although, my ponytail will never look as perfect as theirs, and I still sweat like a pig in heat. Do pigs go in heat? I think my runs are much more peaceful and scenic than theirs though. They may have the river, but I have feilds of cows, forests, wild animals, crisp pollution-free air, hardly any traffic, and I can run any time of day, even after dark, and it's still perfectly safe. I love the country and my small town.

Day 6: Don't Forget to Poo

So last night after dinner at approximately 6:30pm I went for my run in the tiny, but peaceful town of Dalkeith with my brother-in-law. It was different than running with my future sister-in-law, Kaytlyn, because Sam is much taller than us, so he had to run very slow, or run ahead of me. But that was fine, because it gave me time to worship God and ask Him to lend me His legs so that I could finish my run! Of coarse, He did. I finished my run, feeling amazing, with lot's of energy.

So just a little peice of advice, don't forget to poo before going out for your run. This was a valuable lesson I learned last night. Especially if you are running with someone of the opposite sex, or someone you just don't know very well, because if you find yourself needing to poo in the middle of your run, there is nothing to do but try to run faster while clenching your cheeks together, which is not an easy feat. After all, what are you supposed to say? "There's something shiny behind that bush, you stay here and I'll go check it out, it could be dangerous." If you've never had this happen to you, you may feel that this story is gross and unnecessary however, if you have experienced this before, you are probaby laughing at me. I know there are at least two lovely ladies out there who know what I'm talking about, but I will spare their embarrasement.

Today is my second rest day and although I am enjoying it, it is a bittersweet enjoyment because I know that tomorrow's run will be longer and harder. I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me... even run while gophering.

Day 5: Say Hello to the Cows

Okay, so I guess it's pretty evident now that I won't be blogging every day. Babies have a tendancy to suck up a lot of valuable blogging time. Speaking of babies, happy mother's day everyone! A special thank you goes out to my mom for putting up with all my whinning, pooping, crying, and general annoyingness... now that I am a mom myself I can appreciate my mother's loving tollerance so much more!

Today's run was much more difficult... but hey, it's only for another 16 days. From the very first step to the very last stride I felt like a skinny minny trapped in a chubby wubby's body. Near the end, while we were desperately trying to dig up some motivation, Kaytlyn and I started dreaming (and laughing) about the day we can run without our thighs touching. It's gross, but I know your laughing because you know exactly what I'm talking about.

We also took some time to say hello to the feild of cows we ran by. I moo'd at them, and they looked at me, running, like I was SO stupid... I don't think I've ever seen a cow run, have you? My husband and I once had a conversation about what cows might think about out in the pasture... those cows don't have any worries. They don't worry about whether the farmer is going to get up for work that day. As long as the other cows don't poo on their salad, they couldn't be happier.

Tomorrow will be easier, as it always is.

Day 1: A new, twinky-less journey

Dear blog readers,

Alas, the day has come. The day I must put aside the twinkies and face reality... the reality that is my butt is just a little bigger than I'd like it to be, my new "mummy" tummy ain't gonna be cute forever, and it's just too darn expensive to have to keep buying bigger bras! (My beautiful, hardly worn 34D's WILL see the light of day again)

So... I am NOT a runner. In fact, I am so not looking forward to my first run today. So much so that I am procrastinating it by starting this blog, claiming that I will use it for motivation over the next 21 days of hell that I will be experiencing. Well, as my mother always said, God will never give me anything I can't handle. So that assures me that I won't die anyways...

I admire those runners, don't you? Those perfect looking runners, who run so flawlessely, looking perfectly fashionable and coordinated in their Lulu lemon outfits with their water bottle belts, fancy running watches, headbands, ipod arm bands, perfectly swinging pony-tails, without a single hair out of place, and just the perfect amount of sweat; not too much and not too little, just enough to show the lot of us envious non-runners that their burning calories but not absolutely killing themselves like the rest of us would be. Seriously, anyone who is anything like me looks at them and thinks that their crazy, and also that we would love to be crazy with them. But why do they have to make it look so intimidating? I'm sure they do it on purpose. They make us so uncomfortably curious as to how on earth they are even still breathing that eventually we'll HAVE to try it out for ourselves. And the city isn't helping anything... they have to put the running trails RIGHT next to the river, because those runners didn't look beautiful enough as it was before. I guess they have to do something about the growing rate of obesity in this country...

So tonight's the night. Not "the" night as Rod Stewart would have it, but the night for my very first run. I will blog to you tomorrow, whoever you are, about the painful exeriences of tonight.

If you care to join me, you can sign up for 30 days to a 30-minute running habit at http://running.about.com/c/ec/10.htm

Thanks for the support, blog ya tomorrow!