I’ve always said I hate running. I think it was because I always felt I was lumbering along at a snail’s pace gasping for my next breath like it was my last. O.k. I’ll admit it. I was unfit. Unfit to run a mile. Unprepared to work my muscles. Underdeveloped lung capacity. But lately, I’ve been exercising more and thinking. “What if I CAN run a mile? What if I LIKE it?” So, after I got my kids to bed for naps last week, I jumped on the treadmill, turned on my ipod, and well, ran. What I discovered was it felt pretty good, and more importantly I could actually do it without falling apart. The next day I tried it again. And the next day, etc. Today, however, was the true success. I ran an 8 minute mile and kept going with a smile on my face. Triumph!
(My knees were making some noise, though. sigh)