I went for a run the other day. It still makes me giggle/roll my eyes when I say that. I don't think I'll ever think of myself as a runner. I'm not. Right? I just "sort of" run. I'm slow. I take walk breaks. I'm still chubby. Does that equal runner? You tell me.
I'm starting to freak out about this half marathon. What was I thinking? I did 4.5 miles with Lyric riding her bike, pushing Fallon in the jogging stroller, and about died. And yes, I have a run scheduled tonight.
The nights I don't run, I try to ride my bike. I LOVE my bike. It's so fun. And I'm excited it's something I can do with Lyric - we rode 3.5 miles last night (part of it in the dark - I know she was getting freaked out). There's a trail near us that is perfect for running and biking, and most days, I itch to be there. It's where I started running, and I love it - it's my happy place. And I'm the type of person who NEEDS a happy place.
I'm going to take a baby step and run a 10K next weekend. We'll see how it goes.