This is just going to be words.  And feelings.  Ugh feelings.  So you've been warned.

I went for my first jog today in over a year.  I call it a "jog" instead of a "run" because quite frankly I'm not even sure it could be classified as a jog.  Brice is home today for the first time on a Saturday since Olivia was born, so I decided today would be a good a day as any to get back into the old running shoes.  Shoes which I bought right after I had Cameron and are still in perfect condition.  That's how little I've run since he was born.

I went for probably a mile and a half.  I ran the whole time, with the occasional stop to stretch (and by stretch I mean lean over, clutch my chest, and try desperately to breathe) but as I was coming down the path to where my car was parked, I felt incredible.  I know it sounds kind of lame and cheesy, but it felt so good.  It was the same feeling I would get when I was training for that marathon back in the day before pregnancy wreaked havoc on my body.  It didn't matter that instead of finishing up a 20 mile run I was crawling along at the end of a 1 1/2 mile run.  The feeling was the same.  I've done a few different workouts here and there since Olivia was born, but none of them have come close to giving me that feeling.  Like a feeling of triumph and accomplishment.  In fact I felt so good that I even--brace yourself-- yelled out, "I LOVE THIS!"  No joke.  I guess that's why they call it a runners high.  No one was around, of course.  I'm not that lame.

So here's to running--I mean jogging-- okay I mean trudging.  I have missed you.