I still don't get it, but...

Day #4 of the running thing.    I'm up to 4.3 miles.  49 minutes.  Average speed 5.5 mph.  Steepest hill 614 ft. elevation.  (Can you tell I really like the app on my phone?)  However, the stupid thing says I only burned 430 calories.  No way!!  It was at least a cheesecake.  Anyway, I don't think the run today was too bad considering I'm still trying to get over this insane cold Maya brought home from school last Friday.

Here are some random thoughts I had this morning:

• If I'm going to continue this running thing, maybe I should get some exercise pants that fit.  Running while trying to hold up your pants is annoying.  However, having them fall down in front of the firehouse would definitely have me thinking twice about calling 911 if my house catches fire.
• No... cute running shoes sure do not make it more fun.
• Listening to my I-Pod while running means I don't want to talk to you - not that I can't hear you.  So, to the witches  lovely ladies that I passed this morning, !@#$ you. 
• This competitive streak may kill me.  Or at least give me a serious cramp.
• This unexplained spinal pain may be my body's way of telling me to stop.  But, pushing through it is my way of telling the doctor who messed up my first epidural to kiss my behind.
• Is it wrong to pray for someone to text me so that I have an excuse to walk?  Because, of course I'm carrying my phone just in case the preschool decides to text me that my baby is choking on a cheerio.  Seriously... someone text me!  I just want to walk for a few seconds!
• This is not nearly as fun as my afternoon walks with my favorite sparkly shoed kid.

So, one week (four runs) later, I still don't get why people enjoy this.  I'll keep at it though, if for no other reason than to lap those women two more times.