I headed to the gym last night for a run, since the 100+ heat index here means running outside is a big “hell no”. Treadmill running is one of the most boring, mind-numbing activities on the planet, but for now, it’s my only sane option.
My longest run so far was 4 miles, so when I hit that distance mark on the treadmill last night, I wanted to blow right past it. When I hit 4.5 miles, I thought, only half a mile more to 5 miles. Go for it!
I was struggling, so I slowed my speed and took off the incline for a bit (I read somewhere to never run on a completely flat treadmill, because running outside is not completely flat, and it’s supposed to be better for my knees to have a slight incline). I kept eyeballing that distance display on the treadmill as it inched closer to 5 miles. I willed it to move faster. The instant it passed 5.0 miles, I hit “cool down” and more than happily slowed to a walk.
I felt really good about finally building up to 5 miles. Last summer I was able to run 12 miles, but well, that was last summer. I slacked off, I quit moving, I gained a ton of weight. That was then, this is now, and I am making changes I need to make.
Sweat & Sparkle 