Today I ran two miles. It's a big deal.
Actually, it's a big deal times forty. Because two months ago I could barely run for a minute without wanting to die. Today I ran for forty minutes straight.
(Don't do the math - it's like a 17 minute mile. Pathetic. But if you are doing the math, I did 2.3 miles in 40 minutes.)
Melody and Jess inspired me...and then with some convincing from the former, I signed up for the Run or Dye 5K. It's in Philly, in June. It was February when Melody first proposed it, and I laughed it off.
I've been using a couch-to-five-k training app, and a few days ago I hit a big milestone by running my first complete mile and also running for 20 minutes straight. A big chunk of time for me. Then, last night before bed I realized I actually was looking forward to my run this morning, so I laid out all my clothing and got up with enough time to spend 45 minutes exercising.
I did my five minute warm up walk, and then I started running. Ten minutes passed, and then twenty, my former personal record, so I kept going. I wondered how long I could make it. By the time I hit thirty-five I realized if I could make it a few more minutes, I would reach the two mile marker. I was tired, but I was excited.
I don't know why two feels so special to me. I guess I've always thought two miles is a nice amount to walk or jog on a regular basis, you know about thirty minutes, but yet it seemed so unattainable.
Today I attained it. I'm pretty stinking excited.
And now, a photo montage...
February 2013 - The first time I exercised for the sake of exercise in two years.
March 2013 - Getting into interval running training. One minute at a time. Surprisingly, not hating it.
April 19, 2013 - My first big chunk of running. Twenty minutes and feeling great.
April 21, 2013 - The first time I ran two miles. Note to self - don't pin back the bangs and take pictures of myself without a shower before 7 am.