Reality Check

So last night was mile one.

I was energized and feeling good - so many well wishers, supportive words, etc. By the time I had gotten home Shawn had already taken the dogs out and fed then before he headed off to class. Perfect - I was going to be in and out in no time, well, that was the plan anyway. It took me about a half hour to discover I either have less outdoor active gear than I thought, or it had been so long since it had seen the light of day that I had just plain lost it.

Grabbed some long yoga pants, layered a short and long sleeve tee, then added a fleece Columbia vest for good measure. The gloves I had were too bulky - besides, how could I advance the songs on my Blackberry with gloves on anyway? The headband/ear-cover that had been my best friend during the blizzard this past February was also MIA. I figured I would be warm enough - it was windy, but not terribly cold.
I bounced around the house grabbing a kashi bar, my ear buds and water then found two pitiful puppies waiting for me at the front door. They know what it means when I put on my sneakers - I was leaving, and they wanted in on this walk/run/car ride action. I'm such a softy...

Another 10 min. later I was finally out the door with all my goods, the doggies, and their goods. To the track we went! Shawn had recommended a track near the new gym at York College, it was relatively well lit and that awesome squishy/foamy material (the proper name escapes me). I did some stretching, discovered the running/GPS app that I downloaded the free trial of was actually crap, took a look at the time and started Pandora (I'm not sure why Taylor Swift radio was my motivator of choice). I ran a lap, then walked a lap, ran, then walked, smiled at the girls power-walking on the track, thankful they were there for safety reasons, but sure the sight of me panting as I passed them was nothing short of frightening.
14 minutes of belabored breathing later, I had completed the first official mile of this journey.

I again stretched, then rewarded myself with a non-fat Chai latte from the 'Bucks and the pups and I ran a few more errands before heading home. Took a few Motrin before bed last night and feel surprisingly pain free today, my "off day". The only thing that "hurt" was the figure on the scale that faced me this AM. I figured "what the hell, might as well go all in and face everything I've been avoiding for months"...that is a story for another day. For a tiny battle was won last night, and I'm still rejoicing in it.