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wheeee

we were supposed to share this apple.
instead, john mostly ate it.
if you didn't see on facebook, i have just begun training for a half marathon in october with one of my life-long best friends. she lives in maryland and i, obviously, live in louisiana. so owe are "virtually" training together, and i will fly up there in october so we can run the race together.

also obviously, john and buddy are an important part of my training. they will come on almost all of my runs with me, at least until i get to longer distances that are too much for a big ol' doggy. (have i discussed my running method here? i can't remember. i have john in the stroller, and i loop buddy's leash around my waist. it's a sight for sore eyes. maybe one day i will get a picture and share it here.)

so last night was my first training run. i've been running, so it wasn't too painful, but it was still an adventure. we're starting out with the couch to 5k program, so it's intervals of running and walking. every time i would start a running interval, i would hear a gleeful "wheeeee" from the front of the stroller. a few times, john even said, "flying, mommy! flying!"

between my cheering section and the extra pull from the 85 lb lab around my waist, it was a pretty fast run. one day down, 20 weeks 6 days left to go! ha!

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