I jogged exactly half a mile at the Y today before having to stop to walk.
But I did manage to successfully run what felt like 12 miles down the river path near our place Tuesday evening after discovering, something like 12 miles in to our stroll, that the mosquitoes were out for blood and there was no use fighting them off any longer. They were even going after Zoey's Dora doll.
After my meager half mile today, I am beginning to think the river path run was probably something more like two tenths of a mile.
I sense that cultivating my inner running diva could take quite some time.
Hmmmm.
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Hey there! I have neglected my blog reading for about four months and am catching up...in reverse...just wanted to say that I'm so excited you're running! It is hard, but so empowering. Hang in there! Once you get past a mile, it's like your body clicks in and you can breathe and it's great. But the first mile sucks. Every. Single. Time.
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