The 100th first run

Four years ago I was training for the Chicago Marathon and the Lakefront 50k in October, and had already run the Lakefront 50K in April. I was a runner. I was fit. I loved running.

Then I got hurt. Not running. I twisted my ankle and popped my cubiod being a klutz, and ended up spending months and months and months on crutches, having surgery, and in rehab. I now have bones fused together in my ankle resulting in limited flexibility resulting in hip issues.

I've been fully mobile for the past two years. I have not yet gotten back in a running groove. I've started and stopped a few times. My life has gotten busy. I've gotten older. I've put on about 10 pounds. My knee does not like running with those additional 10 pounds. I have to wear a special belt to keep my hip in place when I run. It causes my fat to smoosh up and be very lumpy. I'm self-conscious about that, but I remind myself that it's ok to look that way while I'm doing something about it. And that everyone who sees me in real life knows exactly how lumpy I am. (although I like to think that I usually wear outfits that are more flattering than this)

For my sanity, and for my fitness I need to be a runner. I've been hiding my slow run/walk sporadic efforts. I am now going public. I am using Nike+ and will post my runs here. I am slow. I am SO slow. I take walk breaks. My runs are short. Here's todays. There will be more. My goal is 3 per week. And a half marathon in the fall.

2.21 miles. It's a start.