So I went running this morning. So it's not like I ran a marathon or anything, just jogging for a few blocks. But if you know me, you know that this is a big deal. I HATE running. Usually I do whatever I can to avoid running. In high school, I talked my way out of running whenever possible. I got out of running the mile in freshman gym, because of knee problems. Mr. Van Der Poel said he'd make me run it before I graduated (oops). I also talked my way out of upper classmen gym. I don't like running. Even now I've been trying to get out of running. I told Calvin almost two weeks ago that I wanted to start running and this morning is the first time I've gone. I keep coming up with excuses (the boys kept me awake, it's raining, I have a blister, etc).
So if I hate running so much, why am I doing it? These last ten pounds. I have lost all the weight from my pregnancy with Ezra, but still have ten pounds that I never lost from my pregnancy with Matthias. Ideally, I'd love to lose twenty pounds, but I'm sure I'm committed enough to diet and exercise to make that work. I do want to lose this baby weight though, so I am going to start running.