I Paid Money to Run

This was a first for me. I paid money so that I would be allowed to run with two thousand other people. I hate running. Give me a tennis racquet and I can play for hours. Put me in the beautiful Telluride mountains and I'll totally enjoy myself hiking for awhile. Place me on a treadmill, even worse a sidewalk or street, and I last about ten seconds. For some reason I had this idea that if I signed up for the "Rex Lee Run" at BYU, then I would be motivated to jog before the big day and that would help me lose my baby weight. Well, the "Rex Lee Run" came, and it was the first time I jogged since I was a couple months pregnant. I got my sister to come along with me, knowing that she would be the voice saying, "Ok, make it to the sign before we walk again." She did a great job. I really missed her motivation after I told her just to go ahead in front of me. I didn't want to slow her down too much. My lungs felt like they were on fire, but I crossed the finish line and didn't even stop to pick up the Twix candy bar someone cruelly put on the ground during the last 1/4 mile.

And guess what . . . I actually liked it!