Had you told me even two months ago that I would be running at 3.5 MPH for 15 minutes straight, I'd have laughed at you. I'd have rolled my eyes and told you in my best 15-year-old accent "Shut UP."
But I did it tonight.
I know that a 15-minute-ish mile isn't a big deal for anyone who can actually run. But there's the thing. I CAN'T run. I DON'T run. I have never in my entire life run a mile. Ever. Not even kidding. In gym classes, I didn't run anything - I walked the mile. Difiantly. Unabashedly. Smiling, I'm sure. Probably to the chagrin of my Phys Ed teachers. Sorry, guys. But, they get theirs. I did it tonight (well, almost did it tonight...whatever. Close enough).
The stinkin' crazy thing is that I wasn't even dying in the end. I could maybe have finished that whole mile, had I had a mind to.
It's interesting to feel like this thing that I've never been able to hold onto is something that I might be able to finally get a grip on. I CAN WORK OUT. And, I'll do ya one better. I can ENJOY IT. Who knew??!!? Man, I'm so stoked to keep this up. I just feel awesome. I have a feeling that it can only get better from here on out - as I'm able to do more and more and run for longer and longer.
I hope you guys are ready for this section of the ride, 'cause I am!!