Holy Crap

Why the heck do I think I need to get back in shape? What purpose does the torture and agony of making myself run serve, really? What the heck was I thinking? My aching muscles are protesting today... I wish I had never stopped being in shape in the first place. Oh, to run without huffing and having black spots in my eyes, those were the days, I tell ya.
On a more positive note, the more I do it the easier it is getting. I actually made it all the way down my road and partway down the next last night before I had to walk. Impressive, in a small, my-own-little-world kinda way. I knew the first couple weeks would suck, I vividly remember the first week of cross country practice in high school, having to climb up the stupid stairs to class. Maybe if I focus on remembering what this beginning part is like I won't ever get out of shape again. Ugh. More positive stuff, I have lost almost 5 lbs from about a week ago. Encouraging. Plus once I lose 10 lbs I get my incentive "reward" of buying some awesome sexy new work out clothes WOOO HOO :) This may seem like a stupid thing to get excited about, but not for me. I'm pretty stoked about it actually.
Yeah, keep thinking positive I tell myself.... Now if my screaming muscles would shut up long enough for me to hear myself thinking this, I'll be set.