Yesterday, I did my first run since--get this--1995. There's a group of people that I ride with who get together to run on Saturdays and Sundays during the winter. After a couple of months of feeling sort of left out, I met up with them yesterday. New running shoes and all. The group is rather motley in that some people run at a pretty good clip, some a bit slower, some do intervals and some just walk. Then they all meet up for breakfast and shoot the breeze.

I had planned on doing intervals but instead more or less ran with a few of the slower people. I ended up doing just under 3 miles. Considering the most anybody in the group does is 4, I was pleased. From there, I went to my usual spinning class but took it easy. I just wanted to keep my muscles moving. I'm sore today, but not horribly. It'll pass.

I'm not necessarily looking to get into running like I'm into cycling. I ran track and x-country for a couple of years when I was in H.S. but sustained a number of injuries. I ended up quiting it and my team cold turkey, something that has been the source of much regret. I ran off and on a bit through college and law school but never really came to love it. The fact that I had fun yesterday was a bigger accomplishment for me than the running itself. I think my attitude about myself as an athlete has changed in the last couple of years thanks to biking and yoga. I'm more of a "I think I can" girl than I used to be.