the run...

okay...jog...no really, it was more like a snail trot (what?). Baby is six weeks old and I can exercise. With an extra 30 pounds on me, it felt...well, not very refreshing. But it was a start. My attempt at movement was slower than you walk, but it got my heart rate up there. And this is someone who used to be a runner, and really enjoy it! It will come, I know, and I am excited. Snail pace or not, I will plug along...so when you pass me by just wave and wish me well...