Last night I ran for one mile, without stopping.
I didn't run fast, but I did run the whole way. Well, I jogged, but that's just running slowly.
I remember starting to think about running last year when I joined the gym. After six months at the gym some of the girls were thinking about running the marathon, and I thought to myself, I wish I could do that, even just run one leg of the relay. But I wasn't fit enough. I was very overweight and I jut couldn't run the length of myself, let alone run for 6 miles.
I kept working at the gym, I improved my fitness. I am still overweight, but less so than before.
This year I joined a C25K programme. They told me by the end of ten weeks I could run a 5k. Thats 3 miles. I laughed, and said, "Nope, not me, but I will try". And I have tried. I have went every Monday and Wednesday and each time I try a little more.
On Wednesday I was running for four lampposts and walking for two. Then on Friday I went for a run with R. He pushed me hard, and I ran for longer than I had before without stopping.
So on Monday past I decided to see if I could run for a bit, we run along the avenue in Wallace Park, its about 1/2 mile. I decided to try to run the length of it, and when I got to the bottom, I just turned and kept running. I ran a mile and was so excited. I then walked/ran for another two miles.
Me....three miles of running and walking/running.
Thats practically 5k.
I think I can call myself a runner now..don't u?