Run Forest, Run

You know, I have never seen Forest Gump. I was really just looking for something that had to do with running for my post "title". So there you go.
Now, guess what I did yesterday? That's not even an appropriate question is it? Of course, from the title you can assume that I went running, and you would be correct.
So, guess why that makes me AMAZING? Because I DO NOT run. I am a terrible runner. First of all, I'm sure I pretty much look like a dork, secondly I boast both the speed and endurance of a snail. (This analogy only works if snails can't move further than 2 feet respectively without collapsing. For the sake of this analogy let us say that it is so.) And thirdly, I don't like it. Nothing about wheezing for every breath says "hey, this sounds like a fun activity!"
I promised Gwen I would run a mini-marathon, or something along those ridiculous lines, with her sometime coming up in either July or August. I'm not exactly sure what month but I am pretty sure I will be terminally ill whichever month it may be... Just kidding Gwen. I guess it is time to crack the whip.
The other day, Brandon and I raced from the park to the library. (I won, by the way. It may or may not have had something to do with the malfunctioning of Brandon's stroller...) Anyway, I about died, literally. I was doubled over, gasping for every breath. It took about 15 minutes for my heart rate to slow back down. The saddest part of this whole side story, I think our library is maybe (MAYBE) 50 yards (150 feet) from the park. Shameful.
So back to last nights running VICTORY! I ran a WHOLE 2 city blocks. I know, hold your applause. We only stopped (meaning me and 2 of my kiddos) to lift the stroller on and off of the sidewalk. I have to admit, it wasn't SO bad. Okay, it was kind of enjoyable. Freeing almost. I don't get out much. (Who can blame me with temps in the 30's...in mid-June) But last night it must have gotten up to about 50, and with a sweatshirt, it wasn't cold at all.
Gotta love it when you are so stir crazy that running actually seems like a good activity. (and it was)
Tonight we will be running to the basketball standards (We will probably take the long way since they are only just barely down the street.) And then, I plan to wipe the blacktop with Brandon's face. (That's how bad I'm going to beat him for those of you who don't know smack talk.) And, yes, I do not know a thing about how to play basketball. Let's just say the phrase "What foul?" may spurt from my lips on numerous occasions...
So, for now, just know I am awesome. Now I've got to get off my lazy bum and do some laundry, turbo jam style. (I don't even know what that means...)