i've decided that i'm going to have to start slow. so, i grabbed my sons soccer ball that was sitting in the porch and kicked it outside. i ran after it.... ran across the street to the park, and kept kicking it... kicked it down the little hill (multiple small hills) all the while kicking it and keeping up with it... then i kicked it up the big hill (one large steep hill) trying to keep it going forward and making sure it didn't go back down the hill. it was fun. and, now i'm dead tired. breathing like crazy. but, like i said. i'm going to start slow. maybe i'll go down the hill and up the hill one time for a week. maybe next week i'll be able to go down and up 2 times. maybe 3 times the following week, and so on and so forth.
we shall see. now it's time for ice cream :)