As you saw from my last post, I had a pretty bad run.
Then last night happened . . . a mere two days after the bad run.
I ran the entire mile (a nice portion of it was uphill)! And I could have gone further, except I felt I didn't want to set myself up for failure. Eh. I have low self-esteem or something.
I did end up running another half-mile though. But that happened after I walked a wee bit and caught my breath.
I was really really proud when I finished my mile. And in fact, I ran as fast as I could for the last 100 yards or so.
**Favorite thing about running: isn't exactly the running part but instead coming home, taking a shower and crawling into cozy pj's.**
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