Day 3...

I woke up this morning and it was a gorgeous day. I couldn't wait to get out and run. On days like this you feel like your wasting it every second you are inside. So my husband gallantly took on the kids and let me run.

I decided to drive to the YMCA. There is this great road with lots of little shops that I like to run through; it creates a distraction. So off I went. While I was running I realized that because I couldn't fit the run in yesterday I needed to use that break to my advantage. I was going to push myself to 4 miles today. This only being the 3rd time I have ran since having the baby I thought I might be trying to achieve the impossible. But on a day as beautiful as this, I didn't care.

I started with this girl around my age just a few feet in front of me. Now if you know me, you know I have a terrible competitive streak when it comes to running. If I couldn't beat this girl I was at least going to try to keep up with her. I instantly realized that beating her was out of the question, there was no way I could go that fast. So I resolved on just keeping up with her, but it seemed every second I looked down when I looked back up again she was further away. So I sped up. Within a few steps I realized I could not sustain that pace. So I backed off and watched the girl in front of me disappear out of sight.

So my ego was bruised but my spirits lifted after I completed my goal of 4 miles. I went into the YMCA and finished the workout off with squats, lunges, crunches and sit-ups. After all is said and done, I conclude that I need to be proud of the milestones achieved, I love the P90X recovery drink, and thanks to squats and lunges I now hate stairs.