A runner? Me?

One of the many goals that I've set for myself this year is to run a 5k, 10k and half marathon. To some of you reading this, I'm sure this seems totally plausible. What you don't realize is that I've spent the better part of my twenties denying the fact that I'm horribly out of shape. I used to say that: "I only run when I'm chased," all the while thinking that I'm fairly certain that I could negotiate with said chaser and not have to run.  I'm a former dancer and dancers don't really run. Yet, I've always been a little jealous of those friends of mine that can run and don't get totally out of breath.  Even when I was young and played tag, I wasn't very good. And while I still think this thing called a "runner's high" is a myth, I have begun my journey to becoming a runner.

I'm in the second week of an eight week training program that is supposed to get me to running 30 minutes. The goal is not speed, nor distance, but rather endurance. We'll see what happens, but I have to say so far so good. Yesterday I ran three whole minutes in a row!! I didn't just do it once either...I did it 7 times to complete my 30 minute workout!! This is in drastic contrast to the first time I went out when I thought I was going to die. Seriously, about mid-way through my 30 minute workout of running one minute/walking for two, I was gasping for air. By the end of the week I found it pretty easy and even noticed I was less tired during my kickball game. Now I'm running three times that amount. Amazing!

I'll keep you guys posted on my progress, but if you're toying around with starting to run, take it from me that it is indeed possible.

Today's Music Inspiration: "I Believe in a Thing Called Love" ~ The Darkness