I ran today.

It’s been almost three months, but I managed to not sleep through the alarm, fit my much-larger-than-three-months-ago ass into my running tights, and breathe heavily and laboriously through 30 straight minutes. I would mark this one in the huge accomplishment category, especially since I was thinking that my running shoes would be collecting dust forever.

Nothing like the light of a full moon and the company of a good friend to get you moving in the right direction. (The promise of shedding a few pounds is also a good motivator…not gonna lie.)

Looking forward to adding miles, breathing easier and going faster, but still proud that I woke up and actually did it. Why is just getting out there the hardest part?