Is someone chasing me?

I only ask that because many times I've said, "I don't run unless someone is chasing me with a knife!"  Well, someone must have been chasing me today.  I've finally gotten up the enthusiasm to get back to exercising.  I went to our semi-nearby major mall yesterday and invested in a good pair of running shoes, an ipod+ gizmo and some good socks.  I figure I better keep my feet happy even if my brain and the rest of my body isn't so thrilled with what I've proposed as a fitness routine.

I'm ready to do the deed.  I'm being fueled by the fact that I don't like what I see when I look in the mirror anymore and by golly I'm gonna look good when I put a bathing suit on this year.  I remember the feelings I had last year, and I have the pictures to prove it.  Not so pretty.  I know my husband would say I look fine, good even, but I don't feel that way.  I will though by the time we go on vacation in June.  Actually I'm certain I'll feel better about myself sooner than that, but it will pay off when I can hang out with family and friends and not feel self-conscious.  I'm ready for that, so I'm ready to lace up my shoes again tomorrow.