I did it.
I finally ran.
After a month of nada.
Starting out, my legs just didn't want to work. Cramps, tingling, just.not.working.
Then my lungs felt like the size of raisins. Moldy raisins.
But I kicked it in gear and pushed through.
I concentrated on my breathing. In and out, in and out. And timed it with my steps. Pathetic steps, but steps. And soon I was in a rhythm.
But that only lasted about 1.thisiskickingmyass miles.
But I made it! 2.5 miles in 26:49. Not bad. Not bad. I thought I was going to pass out on the way up my driveway and face plant the concrete. But I didn't.
And I also got the lovely taste of what I think was a fly and a moth, at about mile 2.4. Just a little extra protein for my diet.
It was hot. I was sweaty. But I feel good. Ohhhhh I feel so good. UH!
Well, maybe not that good.
But I feel better than before.
Guess who was all poopy pants when I got home.
Sorry Puppy, it was just too hot and too long for you.
Next time. Next time.
(don't worry, he got a vigorous game of F-E-T-C-H when I got home. Happy Camper.)
Maybe I'll run tomorrow.
Maybe I won't.
But I do know that I enjoyed this run tonight.
And am maybe looking forward to the next.