On the Comeback Trail. Literally.

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Ok, so y'all know I've been running, right?

That whole 30 Day Shred thing kinda fell off after we moved, but I did keep the running up. That was difficult due to the truly offensive humidity we experienced here at summer's end, but I did the best I could.

And then I realized that this new town I live is just plain dangerous to run in, especially with a stroller. So, one day, Dez and I took a long (scary) walk and I joined a local gym.

I pretty much was to pay them just  for the air conditioning at that point. Well, and the safety. Anything was worth getting out of the swamp-like, Frogger-reminiscent conditions.

But then, when I started, I realized that they had a treadmill class. Think Spinning, but with a treadmill instead of a bike. I can pretty much do anything and try to enjoy it if someone is yelling at me. I don't do self-directed exercise well.

That class has helped me so much over the last few weeks. I try to make it on Wednesday nights and Saturday mornings, even if that means dragging my kids and paying a hefty childcare fee. It's worth it to me.

On top of that, some of my classmates taught me about where to go when I want to run outdoors. I now drive 15 minutes to an wonderful trail a couple of times a week. Dez makes a great pace partner.

So, with that kind of preparation, I was good to go to run my first post-baby race last week. It was a four-miler fundraiser for the local Ds clinic. The weather was great, I tackled some hills, and they had plenty of great snacks at the end. I love snacks.

I even exceeded my goal and completed it in just over 40 minutes.

Let me tell you, for me? That's AMAZING.

I was doing a happy dance for the rest of the day.

And then today, I ran seven miles for the first time in who knows how long. Two years, maybe?

I took on that crazy task (in cold rain, no less) in preparation for my next challenge: the Army Ten Miler.

I've got two weeks and I'm scared as poop.

I signed up for that one in a New Baby Haze one middle-of-the-night when six months postpartum sounded like a million years away and of course I could run ten miles by then.

I'd like to kick that lady in the throat.

I'm still stubborn enough to do it though.