"There" being not all that far in "that" direction, really. But still. I feel like there is momentum. Yesterday I took off in the morning and got four miles in, with a lot of walking breaks, but still. Today I jogged a full two miles with no walking. Once I took my first walking break, my legs reminded me I hadn't tried to run six miles in two days in over a year, and I gave up and stopped the workout to walk home. It was a bit late though. I had mucked up my precious workout time. Now Nike Plus still thinks I'm a slacker that keeps getting slower.
However! My second mile today was only a second slower than my first. I knew going in that I wouldn't be able to run hard. It was 88 degrees and I had taken a real shot with those four miles yesterday. I decided to try a comfortable pace that didn't rip my lungs out. Of course, my calves immediately began to feel like 30lb dumbbells tied to my legs, and I have no idea how much of that is mental. I did it though, two miles in just over twenty minutes, which is not too shabby for this guy.
Progress. It's a crazy thing. I have also inched (and "inched" is most certainly the most apposite term here) towards where I want to be: running for joy as well as fitness. I don't run in silence; I typically listen to podcasts. It is a time however where my mind is not being plagued by all the crap it usually is. The Oatmeal describes much longer runs here but I am slowly learning exactly what it's like to be a runner, or at least to be in love with it. Here's hoping I can keep going.
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