Da Do Run Run

I ran a mile over the weekend without stopping. I didn't really mean to. Previously, the furthest I had run was a quarter mile. Once around the track. So I thought I would see if I could run two. Then I felt pretty good after the second one so I thought I'd try for three. After getting about half way around the third time, I realized what I'd done. Now I HAD to run around the fourth time because I was just one tiny lap from making a mile. So I did it. Rocky has nothing on me.



Then, to make sure it wasn't a fluke, I did it the next day, too.

I've always wanted to run. Where this insane desire comes from, I have no idea because quite frankly, I hate it. I've never been into physical fitness and even flunked PE a couple of times because I refused to do what the teachers wanted me to. But I love the lean and mean look runners have. I see someone running who has obviously been doing it for a while and I'm torn between jealousy and thinking they must be missing a few brain cells.

But secretly I've always wanted to do it. And why not? Check them out!




My daughter, who runs sporadically, told me I should run with her ipod, but I've resisted. Walking or running is the only time I have away from electronic devices or a book. It's the only time where I have to completely entertain myself. I think about my wips, my business strategy and what I'm going to eat later that day.

Jane Porter once posted a blog where she wanted to get lean and mean, both physically and in her writing and I guess that is what I am trying to do. Write better books and have a better body. Good goals. What do you think?

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