This is hard.
This time I don’t mean the running part. Yes, that is hard, but what is really hard is the commitment. I skip one day that I was supposed to run and I almost can’t start again.
I was supposed to run on Wed evening, but I didn’t. No good reason, I had a lot to do at home. But I always have a lot to do at home. Stuff always needs to be done.
Thursday night I didn’t want to go. I was tired, I didn’t sleep well the night before. My Little Big Man said “lay wiff me, jis for a minute. If you donna lay wiff me for a minute I will keep coming outa my room” What’s a mom to do?
I slightly fell asleep almost instantly, I was drooling. I was in there for about fifteen minutes. Then he told me I could go.
So go I went. I dragged my feet, watched a little the news, but I went.
I really thought I would have to write about how I failed to run the full 30 minutes.
Half way through I had to start giving myself little goals again. But I really believed I wouldn’t be able to run all 30 minutes.
I just ran. Just two more minutes. Just 3/10 of a mile more. One step. Pound. Two Steps. Pound.
I ran. I ran. I ran. And you know what happened…
I did NOT stop.
C25K interval information can be found here