My Mother's Day present from my mom was a fancy jogging stroller, something I've been dying for.Now, after my first run in over a year, I am dying from it.
Wow. Despite losing over half the baby weight, I'm still 50lbs over my "prime", and ridiculously out of shape. We went out at about 7:50, came back by 8:15, were chased by a loose pit, yelled at by ghetto boys ("run fatty run" was their choice phrase), ran about half the time we were out, and I was dripping in sweat.
BUT I feel great. The air was cool and breezy, baby didn't cry, and I took the first steps... even if I was gasping for air while doing it.
