For the past three weeks or so I have been walk-a-running. Meaning, I am attempting to *gag* run. I started off taking a nightly walk, then building the eumph to turn that brisk walk into a run.

Now traditionally I have been the “Only run when bear is going to eat you” kind of girl. I would glance at those craaaazy fools jogging in all sorts of weather, shake my head then sit back and enjoy my geeky pleasures of computers, gaming … even knitting, not at all close to jogging.

But alas, I am not happy with my current self. Not striving to be a la twiggy, but would like to feel a little less jiggity, more firm, strong. A lot of this lies in the fact that I want to be a positive role model for my daughter. She is going to be bombarded with images of what women *should* look like. I would like to counter that with a real perspective. That with exercise and a decent diet one can be healthy and happy with ones self.

Running just happens to be the most efficient way to achieve this exercise/diet thing. So run I shall. It hurts. However I play little head games with myself, like I am going to run just a little farther before going back to walking. I have mastered a good third of my trail running, the rest I walk like uber fast. hehe The third that I run is on a decline so gravity is helping Still it feels good for the ego that I can even run without collapsing in a heap of mush.

Ethan & I went for our follow up appointment to our so cool doctor. As you may recall there was a little concern that Ethan was not gaining weight. Well I am happily reporting a half a pound increase!!! Not too shabby for a boy that is walk/running everywhere himself!

I too passed with flying colours. My blood pressure is back to normal numbers and all my blood work came back healthy!! I was so relieved. I am working very hard on this healthy being, so to know that it is showing in my health is awesome. My doctor laughed at me describing my walk-a-run attempts and encouraged me to continue. I was expressing my frustration that after three weeks of this human torture I have not weighed in less. He said to keep at it, because even if the scale isn’t moving the health factor is good. I am hoping all this effort begins to show a little, you know for encouragement … positive reinforcement.

So when does this running gig turn into a thing people look forward to? Or do you exercise because you have to, not because you love it? Do you exercise regularly? Why? Why not?