When we lived in Fort Worth I started "running." I use the term loosely because when someone like me (not exactly trim and lean) tells someone they run they get the look of, "Really?" following by a, "mmmm." But when someone like my friend, SEB, tells someone she runs she gets the look of, "I wonder how many miles she ran." I decided to start "running" for a couple reasons: 1. it's cheap (all you need is shoes...and a good sports bra), 2. you can do it anywhere, and 3. you can go as hard or as easy as you want (if you're sore you don't have to have a long and/or hard run). Clearly, I'm not hard core about it or you would be able to tell by the way I look, but I do enjoy it. Am I running marathons? No. Can I run a super fast mile? No. Do I care? Not particularly.
The first time I "ran" I went by the couch to 5k plan (http://www.coolrunning.com/) just to get me started and it was pretty successful. I didn't run a 5k but I was getting close to being able to run almost the entire time without dying at the end. My knees were also starting to get used to "running." Having had two knee surgeries me and Advil became very good friends the first couple of weeks of my "running." I didn't really advertise the fact that I started "running" because I didn't really care for the, "Are you serious?!" looks I just knew I would get. But apparently, having a baby gives you this, "I've had a baby so I can do anything," empowerment. so I've started "running" again. I know...you have the look of shock of dismay on your face right now.
Eli turned 6 weeks old this week so that means I'm in the clear to exercise again. Let's remember--I haven't exercised since I was about 5 months pregnant; that's about when the temperature around here got to be comfortable for Satan and I didn't feel like doing much of anything especially exercising! So I started pretty easy today. If you go by the couch to 5k plan you run 60 seconds and walk 90 seconds for 20 minutes but seeing as I was not in the mood for a heart attack I ran 30 seconds and walked 60 seconds (I did have Parson with me so occasionally the walking was longer than 60 seconds so his old bones could catch up).