Workin' It Out

I am in love with running. I have to run at the least 3 times a week or I go nuts. Right now in the blazing heat of the summer I am stuck running on a treadmill but I still love it. My mom is a personal trainer and told me that I need to get stronger and start lifting weights. My first thought was "whatever mom, I run. I am good." Then I started to think that as I see all of these people age they all have problems with their backs and knees and shoulders and I thought maybe I should work on my strength training now while I am somewhat young and prevent these problems. So I tell my mom I am up for the challenge and I will give her an hour each week to beat me up. About 3 weeks ago we began and it was some of the hardest stuff I have ever done, man I did not realize I was such a wimp. I was sore but I liked feeling sore, it felt like I did something good. So 3 weeks later I think I really like this strength training thing. I feel stronger and I think it will help me improve running. Moral of the story: my mom was right. I hope my boys say one day that I was right :) Another plus to working out with my mom is spending time with her. We have fun talking and hanging out between her making me kill myself. :)