Run, Kelly, Run

I have been jogging, not running, but jogging. Not to sell myself short, I am pushing 25 lbs of baby in a baby jogger while I do it, and I am getting out there and doing it. I have been tinkering with the idea of running a half marathon. Before you even ask, yes, I am crazy. My husband is a runner and five years ago, he convinced me to run a half marathon. I haven’t done one since, but I was in the best shape of my life. Now, I am faced with a choice; get my pre-baby body back – or don’t. I’d like to give it a shot. I know this method, painful as it may be, is fast and it works. So for the past month I’ve been running here and there, I’ve lost a few pounds, but nothing to write home about. Like I said, I was tinkering.

Then my husband called. He had signed me up for a half marathon on January 24th which happens to be on Carson’s birthday. I silently swore to myself, but I was done tinkering, this meant business. I have a schedule now, I run three times a week adding a mile each week until I can run (gasp) thirteen of those bad babies. I’m up to 4 and the road looks long, but I’m doing it, so please cheer me on. Comment on this post, send me an email, a postcard, whatever, just join my fan club, I’m gonna need all the encouragement I can get and hopefully, just hopefully, Carson will get one Fit Mama for his birthday.