If you follow me on Twitter (@mom2braskakiki) you know I've been doing C25K for a couple weeks now. I'm surprised at how well its going. By that I mean that I'm able to complete the interval jogging/walking as told to me by my app, C25Kfree. But more than that, I'm surprised at how much I'm wanting to run. Wanting. Whoa. Those of you who have been in my inner circles over the last decade or so have probably heard me say, "I really want to WANT to run." That means I know the health benefits of good exercise, I like the idea of just stepping out the door and taking off, but I have never had the least bit of oomph to do it. Plus I have bad knees from old sports (and growing) injuries, and various other ailments that make running difficult. Yet I know lots of people who run. Not all of them love the activity itself but yet they have some kind of passion for doing it anyway. And most of them are very fit. I am not. I have lost much of the momentu
There are alot of things I thought I'd be, alot of things I hoped I'd be, and many things others want me to be...but I'm just RK.
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