Since Matt had a meeting this morning, I decided there was no excuse not to go for a run. There are many reasons why I like to run before the sun comes up in LA: cooler, no one else is up and it's peaceful, I cannot see how fast I am running on that silly watch of my moms, did I mention cooler? Well the sun comes up in San Diego at what seems like 5am. So needless to say that by the time I talked myself into getting out there, the sun was beaming. Even with a breeze it was super warm. At the first mile I looked at my watch and it said 8:15 and I knew I had better slow down or I might not be able to finish the 5 miles I had planned to run. Yet I finished the run....at that pace, partially due to the fact that I kept checking the pace on the watch. My southern drawl GOOD MORNING to the bike riders that were everywhere became mumbled g'mrn towards the very end. And the chick that had her Boston Marathon sports bra on and was hammering her run didn't help my ego at the very end either. I have to remind myself that I have been pregnant for 2 years(not really but Jake was only 4 months old when I found out I was pregnant again). Not an excuse but it sure does sound like one. So here's to all my athletic friends out there who make running look easy. Give me time(a lot of it) and maybe one day I will take it seriously again. In the meantime I will run so that I can eat Chick-fil-A and drink Dr. Pepper!!!!
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