This morning I went running in Central Park. I have no pictures of that other than a bad one on my cell phone, but I did have Mandy snap one before I left.

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You don’t run in Central Park in a tutu? You’re doing it wrong. Read more here.

(And yes, I just posted a no-makeup-picture on my blog. EGADS.)

This is my last all-about-me post for my Birthday week. And it’s not about photography. Or is it?

I started running. Again.

It’s been a long time since I ran any distance unless you count chasing the boys around the yard. Or down the hall. Or up the stairs. Or down the stairs. Or around and around and around. Perhaps the constant chasing has just helped in rebuilding my endurance. Whatever the case, I started working on the Couch to 5K program. Yes, I’m kind of insane.

I used to be really in shape. Remember those days? High school and early college were a time when I could run three to five miles without huffing and puffing and generally falling over. I had ankle issues due to a softball injury but I could still make my way around the track. And then late college (read: beer) happened. And then marriage and babies (read: lots of weight) happened.

For awhile, I felt too embarrassed to even try running again. In the weeks leading up to the decision to start the c25k program, I really dealt with the self-conscious issue of meeting other, or rather, real runners while I was out for a run. The morning that I finally made myself strap on my sneakers and head to the track, I said to FireDad, “But what if there are real runners there?” He pushed me out the door. He’s very supportive.

I had to restart my first attempt at the program a week later because the pollen level in Ohio is somewhat ridiculous. I was down for the count for about five days. As soon as I could breathe again, I restarted with week one, day one. I am proud to announce that I have completed my first week. I know this doesn’t mean much and that if I attempted to run a 5k right now that I’d probably throw up shortly before I passed out. I’m also sure that people who are also utilizing the track are thinking to themselves, “Why is that woman running and then walking, over and over?” Interval training looks funny unless you know that someone is interval training. Even then it does look funny, doesn’t it? (A big tip for anyone wanting to attempt this program: download the podcasts. Good running music with audio cues. There’s also an app for that.)

As for how I’m feeling? Flipping fantastic. My ankle is coming along with me so far though I may need to reinvest in a quality brace in the near future. My mood has improved greatly, especially right after a run. I am more tired at night when I’ve run earlier in the day but that’s also mostly acceptable as I fall asleep with more ease. And, as an added bonus, do you remember how in high school gym class your gym teacher tried to tell you that if you exercised, your cramps would feel better? She was right. I still don’t like her but she was right.

I’m never going to run a marathon. I wasn’t a super long-distance runner even in my most fit of days. I am, however, going to run a 5k this year. I’m going to keep running because it makes me feel good about myself. And for thirty minutes, I’m alone. I do hope that this added exercise helps me get into more shape. I’ve hit my ten pound goal and, BMI wise, could use to lose another ten, though I’d be overjoyed with just five. I’d like 29 to be my healthiest year ever.

And, yes, I still take pictures when I’m running. Bless the Hipstamatic app.

Week 1, Day 3

If you’d like to follow my progress, feel free to follow my #c25k tweets on twitter (@FireMom) or follow me on DailyMile. Also, if you have already completed the program or are actively working on it, let me know. I’d love to talk about your progress and learn things!

Here’s an update on me since joining the YMCA in August: I’ve fit back into some pants, not all. I’ve lost absolutely no weight. My arms are more toned. And FireDad says my butt looks great. And while the last of those points makes me feel pretty darn spiffy, it’s not quite the total package that I’m going for here!

And so, I joined the Our BlubHer Overhaul blog. (See my introduction here.)

In short, I have a new goal. If I can lose my ten pounds by the BlogHer conference next year, I will attend. I know. I’ve previously said that I won’t attend because of scheduling conflicts during that week. But I can make something work. Granted, for me to attend, I’m going to have to lose this weight no later than February 2009 so I can save money appropriately for travel and hotel and gifts to take home to boys. And that Husband. And, to be honest, if I can lose the extra five vanity pounds, well, I don’t know what I’ll do! Other than be super excited.

But, I need some help. I’m stuck. I’m honestly of the opinion that the stuck-ness comes with nursing and we’re not ready to wean. (He’s not even a year yet! Hush!) I won’t do anything unhealthy that could adversely affect my son, our nursing relationship or even my own health. And so, I just keep trucking along. I’ll get there. Right? Someday?

This week is far less busy than last week. Yet I’m keeping the same goal of three workouts at the gym and three home/outdoor workouts alone or with the boys. I think I need to suck it up and lengthen my amount of time on the elliptical, don’t you think? My legs, arms and general body cry at the thought but, well, it is time.

In the meantime, head over to Our BlubHer Overhaul and read about others’ weight loss goals and how they’re reaching them together. And leave me a comment, here or there, with some kind of inspiration. Because, man, if I don’t see some weight loss soon… sigh.

It started a few weeks ago. My shoes were killing my feet after my workouts. Killing. In fact, last week, I thought I broke my toe but it was just strained after being in an improperly fitting shoe. And so, I forced myself to head to the store, without TheBrothers, and find a shoe. That fit.

And I did!

I ended up with the Nike Dart V Extra in pink and white. It’s not in stock on Nike’s sit anymore considering they’ve released things like the Dart VI. As such, the Dart V was on sale in my store. Here’s how I ended up choosing my new sneakers.

1. I walked up and down the aisle, looking for something in green. I tried on something in Nike with a light green swoosh. It did not fit well. I then tried on an Asics with green. It fit even worse. These were my only green options.

2. I walked up and down the aisle, ruling out anything in blue. And black sneakers. Because my legs are too pale for black tennis shoes.

3. I ended up pulling off the pair that I bought, another pair of Nike’s in a silver and pink and a pair of Adidas with pink as well. (Of note: I would prefer green. Sigh.)

4. I tried on the two Nike pair, one on each foot. The pair that I bought had the best arch support though the silver pair came very close. I walked up and down the aisle with these two different shoes on, trying to figure out if they would have enough arch support.

5. Then I put on the Adidas pair, prepared to fall in love immediately and pay a greater price. It had absolutely zero arch support. That made it easier for me.

6. I chose the Dart V because it had better arch support and, while not as cute, was cheaper. I’m a stickler for a sale.

7. I walked to the counter to ask the girl to retrieve the other shoe. The manager came back and offered me another ten bucks off the sale price if I took the pair in which the display shoe was slightly yellowed. I’m not vain. I bought the cheaper, barely noticeably different pair.

8. I walked out a very happy customer.

That’s right. The shoe was originally $49.99. It was marked down a few times to $29.98. And the manager gave it to me for $19.98 (plus tax). I say that’s a pretty darn good deal! My Dad would be proud. These shoes are already laced and in my gym bag for today’s workout. I’m hopeful that they will be supportive enough for my insanely high arch. Of course, I worry that my OCD tendencies will freak out about the color difference betwen the two shoes. So, I took a few different pictures in different white balance settings and am posting them here to make myself feel better.

Yes, the one on the right is the more yellowed one. But, I can’t get over my deal. And I don’t care. I DON’T CARE! I’ll toss my OCD tendencies to the wind for shoes that fit and didn’t cost me an arm and a leg.

And, as for this week, my goal is to hit the gym three days, do some home workouts for two days and take the weekend completely off, without guilt, for my sister-in-law’s wedding. I’m hoping that the dress I bought last week will still fit. I’m not particularly worried about my mid-section. It’s more of a nursing-mommy-issue. Such is life!

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