Today, a week after my last run, I got myself off the couch and to the YMCA. I didn't do much, walked 1.5 miles and ran for a .5. My Mom has had a YMCA membership for the past 4 months, but has been to afraid to actually go in by herself. So after harassing her we made our way over. It felt good to get moving, and I'm hoping that I'll have more of a drive to start running regularly. Technically my training for the Goofy Challenge can wait until the weekend, but I think if I could get out of the house and run a bit it could only help with coping with the loss of my dog.
While today was a small step it was still a step in the right direction. I suppose it's all that I can ask for and take it one day at a time.