I never thought I would be a runner. It has never really held any draw for me and I thought people who did it were a little kooky. I mean why go out early in the morning to do something that leaves you gasping for air and sweating like a pig? Or am I the only one who is gasping and pig-like after a run?
But...I am getting into it. I can see the distance I go increasing week by week. I started out being able to run for about a minute before I had to stop and walk. Now, I'm up to running almost 3/4 of a mile before I have to stop.
My total distance has increase from a mile to a mile and a half. My time is improving as well.
Now my feet don't hit the floor in the morning just dying to go run but once I get out there I'm ready to go and feel a great sense of accomplishment once I cross that point where I know I'm done for the day.
3 years ago
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I don't run.
And I dread the day that a big dog is chasing me or something...because then I would be forced to. And that thought scares me...maybe even more than the dog.
Props to you though for lacing up your running shoes.
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