Eleven minutes
That’s how long it took me to run a mile on Sunday. I never thought I would know or care how long it took me to run a mile. My line was always, “I will only run if someone is chasing me with a knife, if it’s a gun just shoot me already”. Another new statistic that I know about myself is that I can run four miles. That to me is a minor miracle. Truth be told, when (18 months ago) I started working out I could barely jog 2 minutes. By barely I mean winded, red faced, going to die, barely. My goal for the end of this year was to be able to run a 5K (3.2 miles). Now I know that I can. I’m still not convinced I would do it in respectable time, but that wasn’t part of the original goal. Maybe that will be part of next years goal.
Oh! And for what it’s worth I still don’t enjoy it or think of it as fun. I love knowing my body can do this. I love how it feels to ask my body to move and it moves. I love being able to go out and dance my ass off at Aftershock gigs. I love how I look in clothes (did I really just say that outloud?!). I love all that. The actual working out not so much, but I’m OK with that.
Posted by: Jenn | 11-12-2008 | 04:11 PM
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