The C Word

Commitment.  Something I've never been good at.  Hopefully that changes today.

My fingers haven't worked their magic on my blog in over four months.  Woops.  I can't even come up with a good enough excuse as to why I stopped.  I just did.  Like that.  (Snap of fingers.)

But, today, I start again with a new look and name to boot.  I decided that my previous title was a little too...extreme...too harsh.  Exsqueeze me is a little more playful, like my personality. I've found my happy place in Florida and live for my environment - for the sun to breathe its warmth on my face and the salt of the sea to kiss my lips.  I'm peaceful.  

Back to that nasty C word.  At this moment, I am going to commit to two things.  Number one:  to blog more.  Number two: to run.  Run is a four letter word in my dictionary.  I have NEVER been a runner.  Every school year when it was time to take the physical fitness exam in PE, my doctor would give me a note excusing me from the mile run because of my asthma.  I continued to use my asthma as a reason to give up without even really trying.  Well, I'm 28 now and it would be a huge accomplishment for me to run 1 mile.  That's my goal.  To run 1 mile without stopping or feeling that horrible sharp pain in my side.  I began my training this week with intervals of walking and jogging:  5 minutes walking and 1 minute of jogging for about 30 minutes.  Yikes.  The first day I did this was terrible.  The second time was better, but still painful.  Next week I hope to walk for 4 minutes and run for 1 and continue that trend for as long as I need to until I can just go.  

OOOooooo.  Just go.  I like it.