Happy National Running Day!....said with half hearted enthusiasm. Today Sergeant Laura celebrated the occasion by having us run a mile (or mile and a half for the more fit) in the rain AFTER doing two rounds of 4 types of painful partner squats. Probably like many of my fluffy friends out there, I've avoided running for a long long long long long time. Like the saying goes, "if I'm running, something is chasing me" today it wasn't a creeper or a bear, it was "The Diabeetus". Written phonetically for dramatic effect. Obviously after years of packing on some insulation I wasn't about to do a 6 minute mile or even 12 minute mile but I gave myself small goals. I tried to alternate run/walk between signs.
Of course because the squats and running weren't enough, we came back to more circuits. I admit I struggled through two rounds of the first circuit and by that time there was only five minutes left, I wanted to ghost the Y more than any party I've ever ghosted. If you're not familiar with that term, it's when you quietly leave and no one notices until later and say "hey where did Johanna go?" I'm so well known for ghosting parties that they started calling it the Johanna.
Here I am recovering at home so exhausted that I accidentally washed my hair twice. I'm walking so funny I feel like I belong at the Ministry of Silly Walks. (See the embedded Monty Python Sketch for reference and a good laugh.)
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