I really didn't want to go to the gym this morning, but I had set some goals for myself so I went. For the first time in my short exercising history, I actually felt good when I finished. Not just sweaty and gross (though i was certainly both of those), but good in a "go, me!" kinda way.
Wow. So this is why people do this!
Anyway, about those goals. I know I've talked about my love/hate relationship with the exercising before, but I don't think I've actually said just how little exercise I've done in my life. In my 30 years of life, I have never run a mile. I haven't even gotten close.
I was the queen of excuses in school and faked many a twisted ankle to get out of running the mile. The one time a teacher told me I HAD to run it in under 12 minutes, I walked it in "11 min, 59 seconds." However, I'm pretty sure that was just what she told me.
When I was pregnant with Austin, I told myself I was actually going to run. I've always wanted to be the kind of person who could just "go out for a run," and I was going to try and do it. So, I told myself I'd run 1 mile by the time we got back from Disney and a 5k by the time Austin turned 1.
We leave for Disney March 6th, so my deadline is fast approaching. The most I've run so far is 4, 4 minutes intervals with 2 minutes of walking in between. That was today. I'll keep you posted on my progress!
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