So last winter, I decided to start trying to run. I took it slow by following a walk/run routine & had built up to running probably about a mile during a 30 min walk/run. I loved running in the cold weather, but once it started warming up again-I let myself stop-no good reason for it either except laziness, I guess.
So a while back, I went shopping with my sisters & mom & my sister, Emily, mentions that she has started running.
I said: "Oh...I used to do that & keep thinking that I need to start up with it again-I've been walking, but not running yet. When do you find the time to run, you can't take all of the girls?" (If you're new or just don't remember-she has 3 girls ages 3, 2 & 8 1/2 months so she is VERY busy :)
She replies: "I run at night after Eric gets home, 8:30 is about the only free time I have."
Me: "Run at night? Yeah, I tried that for about a week last winter(only I was running in the morning when it was still dark), but then I let my imagination get the better of me, imagining all of the different things that could happen-deer running out of the woods into me, a skunk coming out of nowhere, possums-need I say more..."
She said: "So, in other words, you chickened out?" (Have I mentioned before that we only have a 16 month age gap, so we have always been a bit competitive ;)
And that is where this story will have to just sit & wait until another post so as they always say on TV...
TO BE CONTINUED...