Torture

I decided that today was going to be the start of working out regularly again for me...especially after this summer of a record number of hot dogs, lots of blended coffees and ice cream galore. What was I thinking? Technically I had not run outside since before I got pregnant with Jack. For those of you counting that is about 4 1/2 years ago. Running on the treadmill is not the same. Don't let anyone tell you differently. The pavement is not forgiving. It didn't like me. And to top it all off, there is not air conditioning but I was sabotaged with a glaring hot sun and drivers who honk. I know, I know it was my idea. What was I thinking? In order to go for a run, I had to have my two lead bricks along for the ride so I loaded them up and was treated with pushing 100+ pounds for the journey as well.

No matter how uptempo my music was or the fact that I should have been saying "this is great. this is the start to the new me." It was more like "Ugg. I hurt. I wonder if I can squeeze myself into the stroller and let the boys push me." Forget water boarding, make the terrorists run outside for 4 or 5 miles in the sun after not doing so for a long time. They would tell their national secrets after 10 minutes.

I came with back up to keep my prisoners happy and the bribe worked. So well, in fact that they were yelling "go go go go" super loud and saying things like "weeeeee" as we went down hill or "run mommy run." who needs a personal trainer?

We stopped for 20 minutes to throw rocks in the river (which the boys loved) and then headed back (I didn't). I know I am sounding pessimistic but I am convinced that muscle spasms in your legs are not normal. All in all, I must do it again so that I avoid having this initial feeling again soon. Day one down. I survived and am a little stronger. Go mommy go.