Today we went for a walk with Emmett along Shoreline Park. It was gorgeous out, sunshine over the ocean, clouds clinging to the mountains. Not too hot, not too cold. A perfect day for a walk with my boys.
Towards the end, Monkeyface started to get a bit peckish and fussy. And then he was all like, “I’m starving you guys! Feed me NOW!” and the screaming began. We still had a ways to go before we were back to the car (and in another one of my numerous Mommy fails, I had left the diaper bag in the car instead of bringing it with us on our hour long walk) so we started speed walking and promising bottles galore to the starving, pissed off baby.
Our efforts to get back to the car quickly were lost on the hungry babe, and instead of appreciating the beads of sweat forming on my brow, he started to scream even more.
So Chris and I started alternating jogging and walking. Kind of like C25K. Which, if you’ll remember, was one of my New Year’s Resolutions. It’s still early in the year, but until now I hadn’t done much to work towards this goal. It looked like it might be just one more good intention that got lost along the way.
But I think today may have changed that. All it took was a banshee baby to get me going and guess what? Running isn’t nearly as scary as I thought. I was honestly worried that running would cause me physical pain or that I just plain wouldn’t be able to do it. But I did it! I alternated jogging and walking for almost 5 minutes. May sound like small potatoes, but for me this a huge step.
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