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.