A Smidjin at a time

1:43:40...that is my official time for the 10k race I walked in yesterday. Which is 5 minutes and 20 seconds slower than last year. But I do have to say I am much happier with this years time, and this years race in general. For starters after being sick and not working out for a few weeks and thus not knowing if I would really even be able to do it at all, I completely removed any goals I had. Well I did want to do it around the 2 hour mark, but really finishing alive was my goal. This year I did the race with a friend of mine who walked with me the whole way. We talked, we admired other peoples running outfits, others pre-race prep, we stopped and took pictures, we thanked the cops who were stopping traffic for us, we encouraged and commended the women pushing the double stroller with toddlers alone, we stopped and posed for pictures for my mom and dad who came out to watch and cheer, we thanked the volunteer who told us we looked beautiful about halfway through (I'm sure he said

Lessons I have learned in the last 4 weeks: *I actually have missed the gym. Due to being sick I wasn't wasn't able to work out for 3.5 weeks. And it have driven me crazy. I would want to work out but would have no energy by the end of the day. So on my rear I have rested. I managed to make it back Monday to the spin class, and that might have been a bit much. *Sometimes taking it easy is still pushing yourself to the max. I went to that spin class with the intent of easing back in, taking it easy. And I did, and yet that was one of my hardest classes ever. 3.5 weeks away from Olivia's class is about 3 weeks too  many. *That promise I made last year to train before doing my next race...broken. *Asthma sucks. It hasn't really been a big problem since we moved from Louisiana. My doctor and I acknowledge it's existence, he writes for the inhaler, I keep it with me, I maybe take it before something that I know is gonna be a tough workout. Pretty much I take use the