{run, forrest, run!}

For those of you who don't know me well, let me tell you how much I enjoy running.

I hate it.

I can spend forever on the elliptical machine, I can walk for miles, but I DO NOT RUN. Not unless I'm being chased by a large dog. Or a man with a knife. Or Morgan is hanging precariously from the monkey bars. Or Morgan falls into the pool without a life vest (yes, she fell in the pool yesterday).

Several of my good friends are runners. I feel pangs of guilt every time I see Jayna run by my house. Robyn runs marathons. The rest of you know who you are. Me, not so much. Let me share a story with you to help put it all in perspective....

Back in college at SUNY-B (remember when it was called that?) people used to run around the "brain". The road that traveled through campus was called the brain because of its, um, brain shape. My dear fit friends Robyn, Ilene and Aldine were among the brain runners. I, however, was not. One day I decided to give it a go and when I returned, defeated, I told Robyn that I only made it to the mailbox. She seemed quite impressed, figuring of course that I ran THE LONG WAY to the mailbox, not just the short stroll (which probably amounted to less than .1 mile). I'm not sure I ever corrected her assumtion. (Now you know, Rob!)

I do have a point here other than to completely embarrass myself.... I ran a mile today! Woo hoo! Yay me. I didn't set any records or anything, but I did it. I know many of you are thinking, "so what!?" but I am proud. Please forgive me for gushing. :)