Now, in my family, there are a few runners. Real, honest-to-gosh RUNNERS. Some of whom have offered to run with me in an effort to help motivate.
First, there's my Mom. My Mom, who's ability to imitate the Energizer bunny (she keeps going..and going..and going) strikes fear into the hearts of my children when she asks if they want to "join her for a jog". The woman runs 5 miles a day, all year long. Neither rain, wind nor snow will keep her from her morning jog. My eldest has joked that she can't even keep up with her on her bike (except she's not joking).
Clearly not an option.
Next is my hubby. His legs are a million miles long (OK..he's 6'2"..so not a million. But when you're 4'11", it sure seems like it.) He ran track in high school and his endurance is impressive. Add to that the fact that he thinks it's helpful to run behind me and push my back with his hand shouting "keeeep going! Just to that sign!! It's not much further!!". Last time I ran with him, I got such bad vertigo he had to carry me home..not one of my proudest moments.
Finally, there's my oldest daughter. She's 13, and while she's 5" taller than me and an athlete, I figured I could ground her if she runs too fast..(I kid!..sort of..) As it turns out, she was a great running partner. She was encouraging, but not demanding, and she taught me some neat tricks (like, if you're having a hard time catching your breath, you can raise your arms above your head to expand your lungs and breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth. It works!!) I got a little dizzy towards the end of our run, but I'm feeling encouraged.
This evening..we tackle yoga ;-)
Hugs and Smooches,