I think there's a runner hidden inside of this body

I realize that it's still very early in the game. It's just the 14th and I only started training on the 1st, but I think I might actually like running. I didn't want to admit it because, quite honestly, the thought scared me. It's one thing to run because you have to, but who runs because they want to? Until this week, I never understood it. My good friend Andrea is a runner. She even runs when she's in town visiting. Personally, I would take the weekend off (it's called a vacation for a reason). Now that I'm running, I get it. After a good run, you feel better. You feel invigorated and energized. I'm not going to lie ... my body is aching. Granted, the pain could be related to my boxing class last night. I went back after some time off. I decided to take some time off when the holidays started . For me, the holidays started in October. I would not recommend "taking time off from working out." Today, it feels like somebody beat me up. Not just "somebody hit me in the arm" kind of beat up. I mean it feels like somebody threw me on the ground, kicked me in the ribs, and then ran over me with a car. No, actually, make that a train. That is how sore I am. The pain only intensified after my run tonight. Yet, I still like it. It could be because I'm seeing progress. Last week, I was able to run for seven minutes without stopping (Level 3.5, at an incline). On Monday, I ran for twelve and half minutes (Level 4). Tonight, I ran for 14 continuous minutes (Level 5). For me, it's a big deal. I ran more than a mile without needing to stop. Now, only 25 more to go. Okay, so maybe there's not technically a runner inside of me because the thought of that made me want to cry (like curl up in the fetal position kind of cry).

You know the worst part of all of this ... my pants were still tight on me when I put them on the other night. They weren't just tight; they looked like someone had painted them on me. When Adam saw me in the pants, he said, "You're not going to wear those to work, are you?" (By the way, it was a great time to have the conversation, "When your wife's pants don't fit, you really don't need to mention it because she has a pretty good indication"). Damn holidays. Maybe next year, I shouldn't start the holiday season in October and I, most definitely, should not spend two and a half weeks in stretchy pants while on winter vacation. Add that to lessons learned.