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<p>I haven't been here for so long, I almost forgot what it looks like in here.</p>
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<p><strong>Jen</strong>: that's a lovely picture. </p>
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<p>SAP STORY ALERT: I haven't used my treadmill since April 2008. I've run a little bit. Such a very little bit. I've walked quite a lot, on and off. Lately, every time I go out walking, I think to myself that I really want to be running again. I've been scared though. When I first started running in 2006, it was really, really difficult for me. Arduous. Yes, I did it, but the level of effort involved in getting there, from asthma suffering couch potato rank to tentative runner, left a mark on me, I think. Every time I went out and finished a run no matter how short, long, fast or slow, I felt a sense of amazement. I never once took the fact that I was able to run for granted. Then.. well... life got complicated for a while and I concentrated on other life goals. My choice. No excuses. Funny thing is my brain started telling me that I probably couldn't do it again even if I tried. I believed it for a little while but my other brain has finally reminded me that baby steps are better than no steps, so...I finally put my treadmill in place, plugged the damn thing in and went for a ride. I thought I'd run/walk for 30 minutes. Whatever happens happens. Right? I ended up running 6 minutes, walked 3 min to loosen up the cramp in my left calf, then I ran 38 minutes straight. That's 44 minutes of running! Ok, I went slow. Grandma slow. Slower then I speed walk. But I ran it. I'm so happy. <br>
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