My class is starting the production phase of the October issue of the student newspaper. Painters arrive tomorrow to repaint the inside of our house. It's going to be an interesting two weeks, with quite a bit of disruption from normal routines.

Today I ran at the park with the hill. It was a warm, foggy, morning which meant a muggy run. Because of that I didn't run fast today. But I'm pleased with the way I ran.

The first time I ran at this park was about a year ago. I had been on the BTD only 4 months. I went to the park to climb the hill, thinking that would be more strenuous than walking. I had no intention of running; I was much too self conscious - a 50 year old woman who hadn't run in 20 years. But when I saw how the path wound through the trees, and realized that no one could see me, I broke into a light jog.

I didn't run far that day. I was way out of shape. But I ran far enough to remember how much I had enjoyed running back in my 20s. I thought the dirt path would be fairly easy on my knees, and I made the decision to come back and run again the next week. It took a while to be able to run a mile, and a while longer to run a mile and a half. Then I began working on a steady pace and a smooth style.

I'm no longer embarrassed if someone sees me running. In fact I enjoy passing walkers on the trail. Even more I enjoy seeing muscles in my legs where a year ago there were none.