Leaving Chessa behind to play on the tractor with her daddy, I pushed the stroller down the street. I wasn’t sure if the extra bounce in my step was because it was one of the first absolutely beautiful spring days or because of Adele playing on my Ipod, but there it was.
As I rounded the first corner, a little voice in my head told me to run a little. Just a jog. Nothing fast. Just test the waters a bit. See what it would be like to feel foot hit pavement. Only go a block if necessary. Just give it a shot.
So I did.
Giving no thought to the fact that the last time I ran, Bush was President. That all of my running even then was done on a treadmill. That I hate running and don’t do it unless Chessa is about to cause herself bodily injury or the cries of a newborn are about to wake up a sleeping toddler.
My feet brushed against the pavement. Left. Right. Left. Right. It didn’t feel so bad. Breathe in. Breathe out. Heart beating faster.
This wasn’t so bad. I went one block. Then another. Then one more. The song was over and a new one with a much slower beat took its place. I slowed my footsteps to match the tempo of the music. And catch my breath.
A few blocks later, the song changed again and so did my pace. Jogging again until the flat surface turned into a hill.
Walking again, I took a deep breath.
And felt like someone had lined my throat with itty bitty shards of glass. My face was hot. My back was sweaty. My son was still sleeping or I’m sure he would have laughed at me. I walked the rest of the way home huffing and puffing from an 17 minute walk/run around the neighborhood sucking air like I was a college recruit sprinting a 40-yard-dash in hopes of a football scholarship.
And that’s when I realized. Running is stupid.
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Krista, you never fail to crack me up!
Love those last 2 sentences! You write so well, in that ever-present spare time of yours, ever consider a book? Just sayin’! 
Agreed. Mommy doesn’t run unless someone is chasing her
Ha – so funny. But since I know you well I do know how determined you can be sometimes, AND think the next time you are out, you will run again while pushing that stroller. I agree with Janelle 100% you seriously need to look into writing a book or for magazines!!
Running is just about the dumbest invention ever…unless you’re running from a bear. Then it’s smart. You know what else is dumb? Doing this very thing on a day much like that, during your lunch break, without a shower in sight, in the middle of allergy season. I’ll let you guess who the idiot was that did that.
Ohmygoodness you are hilarious! I’m trying out running right now after sooo many years. I’ll let you know if I come up with the same conclusion!
Agreed. Dumbest thing ever and I did it this morning too because as dumb as it is and as much as I hate it, it works.
Dangit.
LOL. I happen to love running, but I can appreciate that it’s not for everyone. You should read my friend, Jenny’s, blog post. She just went on a run similar to yours and wrote about it. http://jmbeer.blogspot.com/2011/05/run-2011.html
Just found your blog via twitter. That was hilarious!
And yet once a year, I convince myself for a week that I want to do it. lol
Lol, I still love you. And I actually cannot WAIT to go running with Allie. Seriously, I’m gonna ask about it at my next appointment to see how soon I can at least take her on walks.
Oh man, you’ve got bigger ones than me girl. I’ll run, but only if being chased by something really scary. Otherwise I’ll take my chances and beat it up.
I too do not run. Unless after the toddler. Whew! I feel better.
hahahaha…as a mom who tortures herself by running several times a week and signing up for another marathon this fall, I often think running is stupid. I don’t like to sweat, be out of breath, or take time for myself. Yet, I don’t *stop* doing it. Strange, huh?
Thanks for checking out my blog! At least you were pushing a stroller while you ran–I was only trying to keep myself moving and I still couldn’t do it!
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