DAY 10 I am thankful that I started running. I know, weird, but true. After the birth of Baby Z and then the complications which put me on "not quite bed rest", I began running. That's been over a year ago, and I am proud to say that I have continued on that path-not always consistant, but I have endured. When your not training for anything it's easy to say, "Eh, I will go tomorrow." If you have read my blog from the beginning then you know that I ran the Turkey Trot on Thanksgiving (highly recommend it), I ran the Ogden Marathon Relay, RAGNAR, and then the Provo River Half Marathon. My plans are to do all that again except I will be running in the Ogden Half Marathon instead of the relay.
So, my reasons for running: it gives me a chance to clear my head; it gets me out exercising and pushing my body to limits it has never endured before (and I have had 4 kids!); my butt and thighs look HOT!; okay, I meant to say that it tones my lower extremities and I like that; it gives me "ME" time; it gets me out in the fresh air; I get to run with some awesome gals and chat away until our hearts are content-or our legs give out; it gives me a sense of accomplishment when I have completed a race or even just a long training run; it gives me a chance to see wildlife (I saw a cougar just a few blocks from my home one morning); it makes me face my fear of getting chased by dogs-haven't been chased yet, well, just once, but it was a tiny dog.
I am sure I will come up with more reasons why I run after I publish this post. Truth is, some days I think I hate running, but then I get out there and I feel FANTASTIC. In fact, I took my sweet puppy on a run this morning and so we got to have some quality time together AND I got to feel good. Oh, running.