Not having ran for over a month but definitely working out harder than ever before, I thought I was going to go out for a nice stroll in beautiful weather. Instead, I went the distance.
Other than stopping to find out what’s stabbing my foot (nothing, but my left arch is one giant blister), I did all 5.2 miles, albeit at a casual pace which took over an hour.
Still, it’s something to be proud of. Now, a 5k is no longer a matter of finishing, but how fast I’m willing to go.
5 miles. It’s only the beginning.