As the women in my family age, we develop the usual aches and pains, gray hairs and smile lines. We also cry more...a lot more.
The last time I cried, I had a darn good reason. I cried for joy, for the joy and soul-satisfaction of reaching a goal that has been impossibly out of reach all my life.
I ran a mile.
As I realized I was going to reach that unattainable goal, and, yes, even exceed it, all I could do was weep. Maybe it sounds silly to you, but it couldn't be more serious or significant to me.
I ran a mile.
Happy, Satisfied, Exhausted Tears |
I RAN A MILE!
It all started two months ago, when the elliptical machine started to bore me. I was afraid I'd stop exercising, revert to bad habits and start to kill myself, ever so slowly, all over again.
That's when I ran across this terribly British series of podcasts, the NHS Couch Potato to 5K program.
I decided to try it, and I'm so glad I did. I haven't gone straight through, and I haven't been perfectionistic about it. I've kept my pace and approached it like I would a new recipe. I'm following the instructions to the letter this first time through, and it is WORKING.
YOU GO GIRL!! and go and go and go and RUN!!
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