Eat My Dust

I stopped running when I got a personal trainer in September 2010. Since then I've lost 30 pounds and learned that mass exercise is way more exciting to me than running by yourself. But, yesterday, I had 55 minutes to squeeze in 60 minutes of cardio, and I was miles away from the gym. So, I revisited my routes. I ran across the street and did ten laps around the baseball stadium. I was pretty surprised to discover that I can run at a steady pace for an hour without thinking I'm going to die. Nearly 5 miles down and it was a breeze. This is good news, as I have to waste my sister Talyn in a 5K in May. She'll be running in Georgia. I'll be running in Utah. Same day. Same time.

Eat my dust girly-girl.