I used to be a runner. Used to be. It has been about five years since I could call myself that - a major surgery stopped me in my tracks and I never attempted running again . . . until this past April.
About that time a group of us girls were chatting, glasses of wine in hand, and I mentioned I would like to pick up running again. A friend of mine agreed that she also had been thinking of doing the same. That was all it took. That next week, we put on our coats, hats, gloves, running tights and shoes, and looked like we knew what we were doing. All ready and determined, we headed out only to find our stamina lasted for about two blocks before we had to walk. Just two blocks. I used to go out the door, run six miles, come home and clean the house. Not anymore.