Yeah I know, not something truly worth celebrating and people can run like ultra-marathons and such, so 2.74 miles isn’t much. But for me, the person who had a fear of running (ok maybe not a fear per say. I didn’t start hyperventilating when I passed a treadmill or start physically shaking when I saw a pair of Nike shoes or something but you get the picture. Running. Was. Evil. It still technically is, I can just go a little bit further without wheezing. When my roommate first suggested to start I looked at her as if she was insane. I couldn’t run a foot let alone a mile. Still after 3 months, I’m almost at my goal of a 5k. It’s something I never thought I’d keep up and would chuck in about the second week in. Yet here I am over 8 weeks later, still running 3 times a week. I picked the date of my 5k and my two roommates are going to help me out, which should be hilarious as one of them hasn’t run in months and could jump on a treadmill and pound out a 2 mile run and hardly break a sweat (meanwhile I’m panting, red faced, and hardly moving behind her).
Still progress is progress, thats my tune and I’m sticking to it (for now that is).