I am a Runner.

So this time last year I was on the treadmill and going for 20 minutes at a time. I would walk a lap and maybe run a lap and then walk again. A year later I am not only hardly walking on the treadmill, I am running outside, doing 5Ks, and breaking my own records. And really starting to enjoy it. Who knew?!

Who am I and what did someone do with the real me?! I was the girl who claimed that I didn't think anyone should run unless being chased with a knife.

But really, I am doing some serious ass kicking in the running department and I am really proud of myself! Today my new 5K record was 31:25, I shaved 56 seconds off my last time from 3 days ago. It feels really good to push myself. And you know what else? The experts were right, you work-out you feel better and you have more energy. As much as I am agreeing with them right now, I hate it when the experts are right, it's annoying.

Don't get me wrong, it's hard and it sucks and I can't breathe sometimes and I need new shoes and I would rather have someone do it for me and sometimes napping is so much more appealing and I jiggle and on and on and on. But once I'm there and I'm moving, I feel exhilarated and shocked that I'm doing this and I want to see how much farther I can go. In all aspects of the word farther, distance, time, mentally, physically.

But still, I rock.