Here we go . . .

I dug my sneakers out of the back of my closet and thought about running by the East River, that's as far as I got. Baby steps!

Much like this blog, the next six weeks will serve as an experiment, six weeks to eventually run six miles (without stopping): how far can I push myself, what will I see along the way and how will it impact my life?

I've run periodically throughout my life, I feel great while I'm doing it, but then somewhere life gets in the way and I stop- or more accurately: it gets cold, a new episode of 30Rock is on TV and my fur lined slippers start calling my name.

There are people who are absolutely addicted to running, they enjoy it so much that they carve out the time to run even when their schedule is packed. I'm pretty sure I will never be one of those people- although I do really enjoy running to answer the door to get my chinese food takeout- so, the jury is still out.

My sneakers and I have a date tomorrow morning, here we go . . .