This morning, this post is short sweet and to the point.
I woke up this morning wanting to go back to sleep, but knowing that I needed and wanted a good run this morning. And a good run is what I got.
I hopped on the treadmill this morning and got straight to my run. I was feeling really good through most of the run and determined to do at least 3 miles. I hit the 3 mile mark and pushed a little further. My pace was 10:42 and right now I’m happy with that. When I look back to where I started in February and March, it makes me proud. When I started, I couldn’t run more than 2 minutes without wanting to take a walk break. Now I can run 32 minutes (my first 5 was a brisk warm-up walk) and I know if I keep going I can do more. And it makes me excited for my race in December.