Picture this...

Me running. It's been awhile.
So, I have set a little goal for myself. I want to get in shape. I'm not aiming for swimsuit model or anything like that. I would just prefer it if I didn't jiggle when I walk. I love my body and realize that I need to take better care of it. I've taken the last couple years a bit too easy and now it's time to get into gear. So that's what I did today. I went running (running being relative). This is something that I used to do religiously when I was much younger and I loved it. The amazing thing was that I realized I still love it. I love it for so many reasons.
* I think it is fun.
* When you run you realize that you can always push your body to the next level-and there's always another level. The body is an amazing reserve of potential. Today I pushed myself out the door. Level One.
* Running is peaceful. I love the methodical rythm of my feet on the pavement (sometimes the beat is a little slow and it may get drowned out by my gasps for air).
* It is all about setting attainable goals (four more houses, ugh) that you keep working at to get to your major goal.

So anyway, I think I'm writing this more as a motivator for myself than anything. As I flail down the sidewalk like Phoebe (for any of you Friends fans out there) I need to remember that it's about having fun and taking care of myself. Plus, I am definitely grateful that I've rediscovered this hobby in North Dakota where it is as flat as a board rather than in West Virginia. Check back in with me when I return to the land of absent sidewalks, winding and narrow roads and ridiculous hills. I'll figure something out =)