March 26, 2009 By Lissa
As some of you know, I have dreams of becoming a runner. Only I don’t run. I haven’t even tried since last summer. At that point, I could go for a few minutes, then walk for several, and then jog a few more minutes… catch my drift?
This morning I did not go to the gym because I need to be getting ready to go to the dentist, but I put on my workout gear, ventured to the treadmill in my basement, and turned it on. I did 3 minutes of warming up, then (slowly) ran. FOR SEVEN MINUTES STRAIGHT. No stopping. Yes, it was not pretty… I was huffing and puffing, sweating, the belt was slipping, but I ran FOR SEVEN MINUTES STRAIGHT.
There may be hope for me yet.
**PLEASE visit me over here today. I’m lonely. ;o)