Technically I only ran 2.75 miles because the I walked the first lap (quickly) as a warmup lap, but whatever y'all. I saw this on the screen last night, and I was thrilled.
(And yes, I run a 12-minute mile. I'm slow as Christmas, but I'm still running, and that's all I can really hope for right now. :))
I ran on the track last night for the first time (since high school), and I really loved it - mostly because there were NO HILLS! And for some reason I was able to zone out a little bit more than I do when I'm running around the pond by the house.
It was especially encouraging because my 5K is on Saturday, and I was not feeling ready. Like, at all.
But you know what?
I can only do what I can do. No more, and hopefully no less. So if I have to take a few one-minute walk breaks, I'm going to take them. And if I am the last person to cross the finish line, then so be it. I'm still going to be insanely proud of myself for getting up off the couch and pushing myself far beyond what I thought I was capable of. And plus...