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I have had this on and off desire
to try to become a runner.


Since I'm not always the best at following through
with things, I never really talked about this to anyone
and I have certainly never done anything to undertake
this. It has been in recent years (since the babes started
showing up) that I have had this interest, and I have always
used my children as an excuse as to why I couldn't
do this. The first blog I ever discovered is by a woman
at much the same stage in life as I am and she has done
the Couch Potato to 5k thing.
I think she actually has one more child
than I do.....so see?
Children cannot be an excuse.


And then there's my athletic ability.
Nonexistent.
But then I hear this other blogger saying that she
was absolutely NOT athletic all her life and that when
she started running, she was grouped with the senior
citizens. And she's done marathons since then.
So that's encouraging to hear.

This is just something I think about.
I would be so proud of me if I could run.....good grief,
I'm not talking marathons. Even a 5k seems like this
distant, daunting goal.
Running to my mailbox and back seems
like a challenge at this very point in my life.
(And don't start yelling at me
---I'm not doing anything---
I know I'm still in the recovery stage!)

But this would be a goal that,
if I ever achieved it, I would be so proud of myself.


I would talk about nothing else.
I would wear shirts all the time
that proclaimed my accomplishment.
You wouldn't be able to live with me.
Not that you do.
But you know what I mean.

Maybe I should investigate this.
Do we think the Bell can run?
I just don't know.
But I need to get active.
And I feel like I need some kind of a goal like this.
Is this some kind of "mid-life" thing?
I've told you before, I can see 40 from here.
And wouldn't it be nice to be able to
run from it when it gets here?