I was walking with Chloe tonight, pushing her in the jogger and I decided I wanted to try and run just about 1-2 minutes. I've got some weight to lose, too many weddings this summer! That went well, I felt good. I did have to disregard the fat bouncing around all over. I'm surprised I didn't injure myself with all the baby flab flying around.
I walk for a few more minutes and I want to try and run again. I mean why not, the first attempt went really well...
I take off...
I stop...
I think I almost peed myself.