And she's off....

Today was the day and without getting all Dr. Seuss I had my running shoes laced and was off on my way. Ok, that was enough. I hopped or rather stepped curiously on the treadmill and spent35 minutes, doing intervals. I probably should have waited one more day for this chest cold to end but... I didn't.

I have exercise induced asthma so it takes awhile for breathing to kick in. Once the breathing was good and the initial coughing stopped I was Ok. Though it felt like someone had attached a sack of potatoes to my ass and a watermelon to my stomach at times, I had a visual that I must look like Homer Simpson with tatas and a va-jay-jay.

That's probably not a healthy self body image. Work in progress, now I just need to remember that.

There was absolutely nothing on the TV at that time and while I used to run and read, I have my treadmill wedged between a couch and a sliding glass door and thought it was a bit early in the game to try any fancy moves.

Part of my routine will be to read a bit of this fine philosophical book by one of the running world's most well-known runner Dr. George Sheehan every night before I go to bed. Running, beside the positive effects, helps with my mental clarity and we all know I could use a bit of that right now.

The goal is to run on Wednesday's, Friday and Sunday's, for the next up and coming week.