Ridiculous

Since I've passed my 6 week mark (Beckham is actually 7 weeks) I decided to take up running again. I've been quite excited. My sisters are training for the St. George Marathon and it's been painful watching them and hearing them talk about running all the time and not being able to do anything. So, this week was my week to start. Let's review. Monday: Beckham lets me sleep about four hours (yay!) so 7:30 wasn't too bad to get out the door. Okay, this was a bad day to start up. The wind was yucky, and seemed to be in my face with every turn. Tuesday: could hardly walk and wanted to cry with the pain. Wednesday: walking (and moving) was surprisingly more painful than the day before. Thursday: 2nd attempt at my three mile run. Things went much better and I felt good all day. Friday: 3rd attempt at the three miles. Beckham and I had a pretty rough night, so I wasn't feeling too much energy. At two and a half miles I started dry heaving. Seriously??? Two miles and I'm fake throwing up on the side of the road? This is ridiculous.