Thursday, March 3, 2011

Pounding the Pavement

I love my new tennies.  There's a perfect crushed gravel path, with plenty of ups and downs at my closest local park.  J rode her bike alongside me (and maybe I hopped on that to see if I could still spin those wheels, too).

The sound of crunchy rocks under my feet was meditative.  I was surprised at how much harder outdoor running is than pacing it out on a treadmill.  My butt muscles quickly cramped, and my lungs felt like they were on fire.  There was more walking than I'd hoped, but in between I felt like I was F-L-Y-I-N-G.

Yoga shape does not equal running shape.

Tonight is parent watch night at the ballet academy.  Time to watch my little angel fly.