Pain, day 2.

So on Saturday I had my second day of running.  So the wife, Ella, the dog (MC), and I set off to the park to run 2.3 miles.  I was feeling sore from the day before, but knew I just had to push through it.  The dog didn't even want to run on Saturday which is a rare occasion, but like me he didn't have a choice.  So we set off and I was expecting to feel like I was going to die after 5 minutes, but I felt alright.  Then after ten I felt alright.  Then after 15 I felt alright.  Then about the 20 minute marker, there it is.  OUch.  Body hates me and I want to stop.  But I pushed through the wall and finished up the run in 23 minutes.  Afterward we walked another mile and a half then spent some time on the swings with the Ella who decided to wake up at that point of the days festivities.

You can notice our high tech jogging stroller in the backround.  Ella is doing well and you might be able to see that her top teeth have started to come in (top left pic). 

Tia's halo training has begun and the day after we played she said she "has to admit that she is looking forward to playing again."  So that is a good sign.  We played through some campaign and then worked on playing guardian and jumping over peoples heads as they chase you through a door way so you can AR/melee them and win the fight.  She is still figuring out the whole not looking at the floor while running thing, but she is doing well.

Sunday was our day off of running and this afternoon we will be looking to run 3 miles. 

Closing note:  I didn't know about the muscle that runs along your lowest set of ribs.  I know it now because since saturday it has been screaming, "I hate you." I look forward to hearing that from my body a few more times this afternoon.