Running

I have always hated running. In fact, my motto has always been "I only run if someone is chasing me." Running always seemed to be a silly thing to do. Painful too.

I love running.

I have been training to run a 5K. I have been running intervals for awhile but recently started just running. In doing so I have learned a few things about myself. First of all, I am stronger than I thought. I CAN do this. I really can. Even when I said I was going to, I didn't honestly believe that I could. I know, that is pathetic, right?

For the first 0.50 mile I feel like I am going to die. My lungs are going to burst. I can't breathe. I swear at myself in my head and call myself all sorts of unfeminine things. Then something happens at that 0.50 mile. I feel great. I can breathe. I feel like Forrest Gump. Somewhere around 1 mile my legs start to get a little numb and sore, but I push through. Yesterday was the 1st time I have run 1.5 miles straight. I ran 1.5 miles in intervals last weekend and 1 straight mile on Tuesday. My legs are sore today,b ut they aren't as sore as they normally are, which is telling me that my legs are getting stronger. In fact, I actually want to run today but I always try to rest my legs a day because I don't want any injuries. Tomorrow I am shooting for 2 miles. I am a little nervous. I feel good about what I have accomplished and I feel more confidence that I can accomplish even more. These running endorphines are crazy.