{Happy Anniversary! Date Night at the GYM!}

Ben and I were talking, the other day, about when we were first married.

It reminded me of a time, over 10 years ago, when I could only run 100 steps at a time!

Way before Will was born. We were still drinking and partying a lot!

I can’t remember why we decided to start jogging. We go through phases.

Actually, I go through phases. Ben has never stopped working out. He’s always lifted, boxed, and ran.

There is this park, with a beautiful green belt, close to where we lived at the time. From our apartment, around the park loop, and back was a little over 1 mile.

I really thought I could make it at least 1 mile. But, after about 50 paces I realized that wasn’t going to happen. So I set a little goal. Jog 100 steps walk 100 steps, alternating, over and over until I made it back home.

When I arrived my cheeks were bright red, my lungs were on fire, and my inner thighs were chafed.

I wish I could say that was the beginning and little by little I improved from there. 

But, I didn’t begin to get serious about or consistent with fitness until about a year after Will was born. Even then it was somewhat sporadic up until about 5 years ago. 

It’s all part of my evolution though. Even those few miles I jog/walked back then. None of it was a waste just because I didn’t stick with it. My body was moving in a positive direction at that time. 

In the end, the time I spent literally moving my body (and mind) in a positive direction will undoubtedly correlate to how happy I was.