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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