run, dandy, run

I've always been a runner. Sort of.

My first race. I'm the one chilling in the stroller.

When I was in the third grade, I won a 3 foot tall trophy for being the fastest kid (girls and boys).

Fast forward to today: I can run for about 3 minutes before I realize all the better things i could be doing with my time.

There are a few reasons for this. First of all, I try to go light on anything that might build muscle in my legs, lest they end up like my dad's:

No offense dad... those are impressive. Just not on me:)

And second of all... well, that was actually my only good reason. Which is why I've decided to get over my fear of ginormoquads and run a 5k.

I haven't actually signed up yet, but I figure once I tell the whole world/my 27 followers, I'll have to do it.

My mom had Parkinson's and I think she would love to know that i was running this race. I also think she would approve of all the purchases that go along with starting to run: new shoes, moisture wicking running gear (I bet she'd love Lululemon). Because let's face it, that cool running hoodie I'm rocking in the stroller just doesn't fit anymore.

I'm not going to ask you for money or anything, so here's what you can do to help: in the comments, convince Y that he should run with me. His excuse for not running is legit -- running gives him a migraine. However, here's what else is legit: the 200+ dollars we just spent on preventive migraine medicine.