I was nervous when I went to the gym today. I’m nervous when I start a new week because of the challenges it presents. Today I was on the third day of Week 5, and I was so nervous that I thought maybe I’d throw up before I even started running. Why was I so nervous? Because today was the first real challenge: a twenty minute run.
I’m a baby runner and a fat baby runner at that, so I’m slow and kind of awkward but when I passed the halfway mark, I started to see pieces coming together. I caught myself slacking, losing my form, not focusing a few times, but for the most part, I felt like I unlocked something. Something that got me through the end. Something that pushed me to run for 20 minutes.
I ran for twenty minutes.
I RAN FOR TWENTY MINUTES.