No pain no gain

Austin and I have re-re-re-re-dedicated ourselves to exercise. Of course the reason why is because we want to be one of those awesome 92 year olds kicking trash, be there for our children's weddings, and not have to live off of ventilators in order to breathe. Yes, we are purely motivated  by responsible foresight....okay not so true. Maybe we felt a little ambition and signed up 6 months back for a 1/2 marathon and maybe we now feel the fear of god bearing down on us and realize that the day of judgement is coming in 19 days 5 hours and 12 mins. But hey! Procrastination is a great motivator.

I've always enjoyed running. Good way to clear your head. Austin has also always enjoyed running.  The difference between Austin and I is that he is like unto a gazelle and I am like unto a tortise: slow and steady. He likes to set goals for us like: Hey! Let's run 8 miles without stopping. After hearing said proposal I suggest: Hey! How about you go complete your entire MCAT portfolio without stopping? Both suggestions for each person is equally ludicrous. I enjoy my walking breaks! I run for them! Don't take them away from me!

I'm becoming quit good at calculating how many mins (sometimes hours) he is in head of me by how small he is. 1''= ten minutes, .5'' = half hour, that little red dot bouncing up and down = too far gone to comprehend.

I am actually not doing as bad as I thought. I ran 8 miles in a little under 2 hours yesterday (good for a little 5 foot nothing girl) this being my second run of my training. No need to mention that I may or may not have looked like a grandma shuffling her feet for the last 1/2 mile.

I heard somewhere that one may experience a high from running. I would like to put in a stronger dose to my runner's high drug lord because I feel like he just gave me the equivalent to a baby aspirin. Maybe Novocaine would be more effective, buddy.

So to wrap it all up: running is great! Feeling old and achy never felt so good.