Shocker, I know.

I'm back!!! And this time, armed with an actual GOAL in mind and some tips to help me prevent injury. (How was I supposed to know that you're not actually supposed to pound the pavement when you first start running? No one said that shin splints would result. No one.)

So why on earth would I willingly choose to come back?

I've purchased a pair of GOOD running shoes, so I'm hoping that just the fact that I invested a ton of money means I'll be more motivated.

I'm tired of detesting clothes shopping and being near tears when I walk out of the store. Shopping really sucks.

But most importantly, I'm going to Florida in June! And this body is NOT going in a swimming suit in Florida. It barely passes Iowa code.

It's a daunting task, but I am going to attempt to pick up running, for real this time. I've found a walk/run plan that starts me out slow enough and builds each week. Theoretically, in 8.5 weeks, I should be able to run a half hour straight. (what?!)

I'm not going to lie - I kind of laughed at the author. Me? Running? For half an hour?! Ha, not likely. He has not met me. But a lot of the comments posted on the article were encouraging, so I figure, why not give it a shot?

I'm scared though. Not of running (cause that'd be silly), but of my mom, who will be very excited that I can actually exert energy and sustain it. I fear for my pitiful body, who will be 'invited' to classes at the Y when it goes home.

It'll feel good NOT to get left in the dust though, and to feel like I'm holding everyone back. So....here goes nothing.