I FINISHED!

The first week is behind me! ...Maybe?

Its a small achievement, I know. You can bet your bum I'm still taking pride in it!! :)

Today, my 7 year old wanted to run with me. I wasn't against it, and thought it would be fun to do together. I've said before that I barely have any speed so there was no leaving her in my dust. She put on her sunglasses and strapped on her Disney wrist watch. I popped in my headphone sans music, she mimicked me stretching and off we went.

Donning my FILA Skeletoes

I had envisioned taking a picture together with her afterwards, me sweaty and probably kinda stinky, kneeling at her level with her arm draped across my shoulder. Maybe she'd throw out a thumbs up and a silly face for the camera. I thought it could be my motivation to get me through this workout. Mom and Daughter: Team for a Day.

Never. Again. We didn't even finish the 5 minute warm up walk before she turned into Negative Nancy! This kid will run for hours on end with her friends on the playground, but she couldn't manage a minute jog at snail pace with me. She dramatically clutched her side, "It hurrrrrts..." The weather was beautiful. "Its too sunny!" I suggested she wear the sunglasses on her face, instead of sporting them in her hand. I preferred she stay beside or in front of me. She opted to run (with a slight exaggerated limp) to each bench before us and sit and wait for me to catch up.

Once I heard that half way message, I made a turn from the park to head back to our apartment. "Are we done!?" she asked me too enthusiastically. All I could think was "I wish!" Two more run phases and we were at the front entrance to our place. I told her to go buzz the door so her dad would let her in. She held the door open for me, but I wasn't suppose to stop yet.

Overall, running didn't wind me today. My back and hips weren't aching to high heaven. The trouble was my shins and calves killed. I might need to repeat the first week. I don't think it would hurt. The Color Vibe date isn't set in stone yet so I've got time. I laid my calves on top of a rolling pin and used it to (hopefully) massage any kinks out. My dear husband brought home some Blue Goo sports gel. Its got a little bit of scent to it. Mwah ha ha. That's right, breathe in my mentholated scent!

Anyhow... "Will Run For Peace and Quiet"