Uhm, what is wrong with me?

I went running. (WHAT?) Twice. Two days in a row. I hate running. Literally, I hate it. I think it's borderline ridiculous. With a career in social media, a brain that functions in an extreme abstract random way, and a love for anything that contributes to my bright-shiny-object syndrome... I'm going to give this a go. It's sort of like giving my brain a time-out. I laugh too much in zumba. (and there was that one unfortunate incident when I was late to zoomba at the Colvin, didn't tie my shoes, and pretty much almost broke my leg.)

While skipping right to week 3 of Couch to 5K (I thought this was a good place to start) I thought about my friends Brent & Jodi. Someday I'm going to run a race with them. Consider that added to my bucket list.

I can do this. I'm going to do this.

Farm dog isn't much of a runner. Something about having legs that are only a few inches tall? But, she's always down for a walk at the track. It's her thing. Who am I to question it?