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I finally made it to the running store this weekend and walked out with a new pair of running shoes designed to correct my supination, a water bottle belt, sample tubes of glucose gel, stuff to prevent blisters on my feet, and a running-themed car magnet. I feel like a real runner now...it was the magnet that did it!

Running and I have had a love-hate relationship lately, and I won't bore you with all the details. The thought of running more than 4 miles right now is a bit overwhelming, mostly because I'm desperately afraid of boredom. You see, I really can't listen to music when I run. It bores me. I can't read when I run (that's only possible on a treadmill anyway). My mind is so crammed these days that it can't even begin to unwind.

Yet, I love the way my body is changing. I can finally feel the bones in my hips again. My rear is lifting before my very eyes. My knees are starting to get a knobby look to them that I see only on runners. You should see my legs. I looked at them in a mirror yesterday and was surprised to see the muscle definition that comes from pounding the pavement. I love the feeling of being finished with a run. I love the comraderie that I've found while out on a run.

Here are a few shots from this morning's run (forgive the quality...I shot these with my phone). Last weekend I ran a local 5K race across this bridge. I liked it, even though that bridge kicks my butt. I have another bridge race next weekend, so I thought it would be a good idea to get some practice in this weekend and next weekend.


It looks a lot taller in person. It's also totally worth the climb for a view like this.

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Christy said…
You are doing *so great.* That boredom factor is the main reason that I still can't get into a good exercise routine.
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