Today I F-I-N-A-L-L-Y got to run. 3 miles. I didn't care...I was just happy to be out there. It was the slowest 3 miler I've run in quite some time but I was really gun shy about pushing it to hard and worried that it felt so good I might get carried away...yes, the thought did cross my mind (several times) to run farther than the 1.5 mile turnaround...but I erred on the side of caution and rewarded myself for the constraint by having some Cracker Barrel afterwards!
I feel like I can't say it enough...I was so happy to be back in the land of runners.
My knee feels great which makes me appreciative. I also heard that Tiger is having some trouble with his knee post-surgery and that makes me weary about my appointment on the 30th. Send good, non-swelling, non-surgery vibes my way! I promise I'll send some back your way if you ever need them.
I had sortof forgotten how good it feels to just put one foot in front of the other. I had also forgotten how much I enjoy the camaraderie between people who enjoy doing the same thing. It was just nice to be out there today and made me remember how thankful I am for all the little things I have in this world.
I plan on doing another 3 miler and a 4 and 5 miler this week...slow and steady...which is all I'm going to allow myself to do at least until my next appointment.
On the wedding planning front...who knew planning a wedding was such a big deal? It doesn't help that I'm a perfectionist.
My father insisted that we take dance lessons. He was really really worried about getting up there dancing in front of everyone. I thought it was no-big-deal...because hey, you've seen me at a wedding reception or party or club and well...I know how to shake what my mama gave me....
It may shock you to hear this but apparently I'm not as good a dancer as I think I am.
Apparently, all I know how to do is shake what my mama gave me. When it comes to "real" dancing, like the waltz, fox trot, or jitter bug...well, I'm all two-left-footed and completely embarrassed. I told Troy I should have had a couple of beers before I went to that class. And, as luck would have it, my Dad...the one who was supposed to be the most nervous...looked like he had been doing this all his life. My Mom looked like she was having the time of her life and really should go out dancing more often....Troy...well, dancing is ANOTHER thing he REALLY is good at.
As for me, my face stayed a nice hue of red the entire hour and I can assure when we go back next week, for our private lessons, Mr. Duncan will tell me that I need the most work...