Just get out of bed before you can think about it.
Good, it is not as cold as I thought it would be.
I better brush my teeth so I don’t knock her out.
Warm clothes, warm clothes, warm clothes, where is my ear thingy?
Kiss my man and I am outta here.
Wow, I am so stiff! Stretching did not used to be this hard. Gently pull the door shut so the baby doesn’t wake up.
The moon is still out! It looks like it is night it is so dark.
Good, she is not waiting for me. It is starting to feel cold, I’ll walk around.
She is wearing a t-shirt! I am in long sleeves and a jacket.
What, no walking? No warm up? We are jogging pretty slow. This isn’t going to be as hard as I thought. I knew she wouldn’t let me down. I knew she would get us off to a good start and keep a good pace.
Yep, this is good.
Inhale, 1 2 3 4, exhale, 1 2 3 4, breathe, breathe, control your breathing and you control yourself, 1 2 3 4, 1 2 3 4…
To the bridge? Are you sure? Ok, yes, it is only a block and a half away. Let’s go.
We are doing pretty good for not running in ages. I am not hurting too much.
Ok, enough walking. Let’s go.
What? Half way already? Amazing.
Just keep moving.
Whoa, that dog is a bit too close for comfort. I should have picked up a rock before we left. There he’s going away.
Come on, you can make it to the plazuela. Just keep moving. I’ll open my stride and use different muscles to finish this bit. There, that wasn’t so bad. This is a good route.
I can see home. I wonder if Wednesday will be as easy as this one was. I am glad we are running again. I imagine we ran about 75% of the half hour we were out. That is not bad.
Ouch, climbing my stairs shouldn’t hurt this much. Oh good, the baby is still asleep. Everyone is still asleep. Just keep moving. Hop in the shower before you have to change the diaper and fill the juice cup.
Why am I coughing so much? Maybe my body is cleaning itself out. Yep, that’s gotta be it. All the impurities coming out. This is good. I’ll have to blog about this. I wonder how I should do it. Why am I talking to myself? That is it. I’ll call the blog self-talk. But I am not really talking – I am just thinking. Comfy clothes, comfy clothes, comfy clothes, where are my slippers? Where is my bible?
*We all do it. We talk to ourselves. The sophisticated pros call it ‘self-talk’. In a theatrical production it is like unto a soliloquy. Whatever it is, here’s some from my head.