Prior to November (and my awesome new Mizuno shoes) I often said I hated running. In fact, it's the name of that other blog that I never update. But, and I can't believe I'm about to type this, I no longer hate running. Yes, Rebekah, I can hear you cheering in Oklahoma. One reason I hated running was it made my knees and feet hurt. Plus, it sucked. It's not really all that fun. Two laps was the most I could do. Then I was able to do four. And then I got my new shoes, and the pain was gone - I ran 8 laps on the track. Then I did it again. And again. Then I ran a mile on the treadmill the other week. This was a big deal to me because before I would jog about 60 seconds and then hit the down arrow as fast as possible so I could walk again. I even carried on a conversation with my friend who was next to me. When I first started running, at two laps I'd be breathing so hard you'd think I was having some sort of attack - no conversation was possible at all. But it's gotten easier.
Thursday I ran 12 laps on the track, just short of 1 1/2 miles. I couldn't believe it.
So now I have a new goal: 2 miles, then 3, then 3.1 miles. Otherwise known as 5 kilometers. As in 5K. As in: I want to run a 5K race.