treadmill

forty five minutes later, well, forty three minutes later, i finished running four miles. for the past couple of months i've told myself that i can run 20-25 minutes. by the end of that time i'm huffing and puffing and feel like i've done something really good for my body, which is true. but you have to know, i also do a class called body attack. it's an hour long class that is intensive and hard. so i know, i can do some type of cardio for an hour.

it's just convincing my mind i can do it.

it's no longer a fight to convince my body to do it. i know i can...but i usually can really psych myself out.

but yesterday it was on and popping. i put in a 45 minute running track from nike (courtesy of michaella) and i flung a towel over the treadmill lights. and i started running. i did glance at the clock on the wall and told myself when it was 4:30 i would look to see if i had run 3 miles yet.

so. i ran. and ran. counted down time. looked at people at the gym. listened to my music.
and looked at the treadmill time at 4:30 and realized i had actually run 3.5 miles.

i was so happy that i kept running...and four miles later. i ran four miles. i could officially run a 5 k.

and that was fantastic.

more later. i will tell you about my favorite jeans.