Last week I jogged. I jogged with Trask. I jogged while pushing my two sons in our BOB double stroller. I jogged with brand new Nike Shox running shoes (that are grape purple). I jogged despite the fact that my big toe and my pointer toe (2nd toe) are feuding over space in my shoes. I jogged and walked for about 2.5 miles. I jogged with only a nursing tank top on under my Oregon Ducks t-shirt. I jogged, and when I stopped, my boobs were still going. I learned that I need at least two sports bras on to contain the girls. I will go pick those up this week so I can run some more. Because maybe I'll like running more if the fun-bags don't ache the entire time. After that, I'll have to do something about my thighs battling one another for space.
This is the tales of me, trying to love running.