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Once upon a time, running a whole mile was something I could not do.<br><br>
Then, all of a sudden (or, okay, after weeks of C25K) running 3 whole miles was something I could do, but dang if 3 miles wasn't a really really long ways to go.<br><br>
Eventually, I got pretty good and comfortable with running 3 miles and the next milestone I had in my head was 5 miles. To be able to run 5 miles would really be something cool.<br><br>
Yesterday I went for my first non-race run of the year outside. It was 22 degrees with brilliant blue sky and mushy melting snow. I ran a loop that until yesterday had been a loop that DH could do, but not me.<br><br>
From the end of the dock to Homestead Road, left at the road, across the highway, up to Old North Shore Road, along ONSR, past Berquist, past the dead end, down the little trail across the little bridge up the little trail - hey UPS driver, back on the gravel road to Ryan down Ryan, across the highway again, along the Scenic Highway back to Homestead, back to the driveway, back to the dock. Done.<br><br>
8 miles.<br><br>
8.<br><br>
Eight. miles.<br><br>
I did this.<br><br>
By myself.<br><br>
And, I did 2 lengths of the driveway as a warm up (1/2 mile) and 2 lengths of the driveway as a cool down (1/2 mile).<br><br>
This means that I moved myself 9 miles yesterday. All by myself.<br><br>
I knew I didn't want to hurt myself so I went slow. And, mostly easy, and the few times I thought about stopping I heard KR voices in my head telling me how proud they were of me and how good I was doing. So I kept running just a little bit further - to the next mailbox, the next driveway, the next light pole.<br><br>
I hit a hill 7 miles in. My bitch hill. And, yes, I walked her. But, you know what? I was still moving. I was still outside and moving all by myself and it was glorious. I ended up walking about a half mile and when I hit the 9 mile marker (which is half a mile away from the dock) I started running again.<br><br>
I ran the rest of the way home.<br><br>
So while I started off with the idea that I was going to do a 8 mile run and I finished having run 7 1/2 of it I am still so incredibly proud of and pleased with myself.<br><br>
To see how far I've come. To realize that once seemed utterly impossible and improbable has become so much a part of my life. To move my body as the universe is happening. To participate in life.<br><br>
How cool is that?!?!
Then, all of a sudden (or, okay, after weeks of C25K) running 3 whole miles was something I could do, but dang if 3 miles wasn't a really really long ways to go.<br><br>
Eventually, I got pretty good and comfortable with running 3 miles and the next milestone I had in my head was 5 miles. To be able to run 5 miles would really be something cool.<br><br>
Yesterday I went for my first non-race run of the year outside. It was 22 degrees with brilliant blue sky and mushy melting snow. I ran a loop that until yesterday had been a loop that DH could do, but not me.<br><br>
From the end of the dock to Homestead Road, left at the road, across the highway, up to Old North Shore Road, along ONSR, past Berquist, past the dead end, down the little trail across the little bridge up the little trail - hey UPS driver, back on the gravel road to Ryan down Ryan, across the highway again, along the Scenic Highway back to Homestead, back to the driveway, back to the dock. Done.<br><br>
8 miles.<br><br>
8.<br><br>
Eight. miles.<br><br>
I did this.<br><br>
By myself.<br><br>
And, I did 2 lengths of the driveway as a warm up (1/2 mile) and 2 lengths of the driveway as a cool down (1/2 mile).<br><br>
This means that I moved myself 9 miles yesterday. All by myself.<br><br>
I knew I didn't want to hurt myself so I went slow. And, mostly easy, and the few times I thought about stopping I heard KR voices in my head telling me how proud they were of me and how good I was doing. So I kept running just a little bit further - to the next mailbox, the next driveway, the next light pole.<br><br>
I hit a hill 7 miles in. My bitch hill. And, yes, I walked her. But, you know what? I was still moving. I was still outside and moving all by myself and it was glorious. I ended up walking about a half mile and when I hit the 9 mile marker (which is half a mile away from the dock) I started running again.<br><br>
I ran the rest of the way home.<br><br>
So while I started off with the idea that I was going to do a 8 mile run and I finished having run 7 1/2 of it I am still so incredibly proud of and pleased with myself.<br><br>
To see how far I've come. To realize that once seemed utterly impossible and improbable has become so much a part of my life. To move my body as the universe is happening. To participate in life.<br><br>
How cool is that?!?!
