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I ran this week.
I could stop this blog post there, and it'd be significant enough. I am not here to make any public declarations like I did two years ago.
Maybe it's in the back of my mind, but I'm not setting myself up for that kind of public failure so late into the summer running months.
It's been hard the last two years. I ran until I was five months pregnant or so but it was winter and then my hips hurt a lot and Henry dropped really early so walking alone was a challenge. Then I had a baby who did not sleep through the night til...a week ago? And nursing was demanding. Plenty of excuses to pick from.
I hate the beginning. It hurts my calves, my hips, my lungs and my pride. It's almost worse starting from a beginner's place knowing what my body is actually capable of.
But hey, some cheesy philosopher person said a journey begins with a single step. According to the internets, I probably took 14,784 steps. A good start.