I ran for over a mile today. I wasn't fast. It probably wasn't pretty, but I ran for 12 minutes and I managed to run for just over a mile. I went to the gym today as it was already almost noon when I decided I was ready for some exercise and murderously hot out. So I put the treadmill on 5.4 miles/hour, just over a fast walk, and jogged. And jogged. And before I knew it I was at more than a mile. And I can't wait to do it again.
I thought I wasn't getting stronger. I have yet to be able to run a full half mile while outside (which made me feel awful and like I hadn't made any progress), but I know dang well I couldn't run a mile on the treadmill when I started this. I couldn't even run for a quarter of a mile. First I need to get up to the 5K and then I'll work on speed and incline. Meanwhile, I'm going to continue training. I know I can do better!
Oh yeah, and I have only 9.4 pounds to go until I'm below 200 pounds for the first time in almost ten years. It's a pretty good feeling.
I thought I wasn't getting stronger. I have yet to be able to run a full half mile while outside (which made me feel awful and like I hadn't made any progress), but I know dang well I couldn't run a mile on the treadmill when I started this. I couldn't even run for a quarter of a mile. First I need to get up to the 5K and then I'll work on speed and incline. Meanwhile, I'm going to continue training. I know I can do better!
Oh yeah, and I have only 9.4 pounds to go until I'm below 200 pounds for the first time in almost ten years. It's a pretty good feeling.