Today I ran five miles for the first time ever.
For those who don't know here is a brief history of my running experience.......
Jr. High-HATED running
High School-HATED running..didn't play basketball because it involved running. No track either.
Army-HATED running...the farthest I ever ran in the Army was 3 miles...once. I ran the two miles we had to in training, after that I ran two miles twice a year.
Post Army life-HATED running...I love other sports, just not ones that involve a lot of running.
A little over a year ago I decided to run in the Turkey Trot 5K in Paul on Thanksgiving Day. Don't ask me why...I really don't know. So, I started running.
Here is a brief history on my running experience since then.....
I HATE running.
The farther I run the harder it is for me to go. It's not too bad to say, "I'm going to go out and run a 1/2 mile." It's much harder when you say, "I think I will run five miles today." But, I have found that running is as much in the mind as in the body. So, I try to keep my mind occupied while I run, and I set little goals for myself to keep me motivated. And then when I am listening to that last song, and I get that last burst of energy, and when I look down at my pedometer and I see a number that I have never seen before....
I LOVE running!
(but only for a minute!!)
2 comments:
What a clever way to journal that...you've got to make a scrapbook page with that on it. I love it! Way to go. I started walking/jogging about a month ago again, and first my shins hurt, then my feet hurt, then I was half afraid to go out in the dark, along 850 West so early in the a.m. all by myself...no excuses. I started again. Now Jeff said he'd go with me a couple of weeks ago...he's been once. So, I carry a big flashlight and my cell phone now...maybe I'll get a holster for my gun!
I am sooo proud of you steph!!!! you are my hero!!!
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