Tonight I walked our dog Eli. He is a 100lb Newfoundland Mix and was very happy to join me. Since we were on our walk around the neighborhood and I was all dressed up to run, I decided I would push myself. Uggghhhh....
|Our silly doggie just loves walks and playing outside|
I hate running, but for some reason I decided to anyway. What was I thinking?!? I have no idea, but I survived it! The route I took was about 2 miles. I surprised myself when I realized I ran between 3/4 and 1 mile of the 2 mile stretch. What? I did that? I was winded and my legs felt like Jell-O, but I made it. And I am proud of myself.
I know many runners. My husband is a runner. I still don't really know what they enjoy about it. I'm no good at running and I definitely don't enjoy it. But, it is good for you. So I did it. And once I caught my breath, drank tons of cold water and sat down a few minutes I felt pretty good. I don't think I will join my husband in a 5K anytime soon, but I ran. And it sucked. But, I will do it again. Who knows, one day maybe I'll learn to like it. Haha, yeah right!