Running as fast as I can....

Well, sort of. This morning I finally decided it was cool enough to suck it up and just get out there. At first I was pretty hesitant. Actually, I laid in bed for about an hour trying to decide if it was really worth it. Then the cat ran across my leg, claws out of course, and blood was streaming down my leg.... (Yes, it really was that bad.) Oh, why not. I'm up. There's no way I'm getting back to sleep. 

So I changed my clothes, laced up my running shoes, grabbed my mp3 player and some courage strength willpower and dragged my tired butt outside. I only walked until I got past the neighbor's house, but then I decided to run a little. I made it two driveways. TWO! Granted, the houses are much further apart than they are in California, but I was beginning to feel defeated. My lungs burned. I had to walk again. *sigh*

When the pain subsided and I could breathe normally again, I decided to run again, setting my sites on a gas line marker a little way down the road. It was actually a good estimate because my stupid lungs flared up again.

This is how it was the whole time I was out. For 1.52 miles I half-assed it around the "short loop" walk that we usually take. It felt like I gave it my all, but I couldn't help but feel I could've done better. I could've run longer. I could've.... Well, I am really out of shape. My fat butt and overly-reactive lungs would tell you that, I'm sure. I'm planning to get out tomorrow morning again. Maybe I'll be able to run a little more and walk a little less. Maybe it'll be the same as it was today. I won't know until I get out there. And I AM going to get out there. Because even though I was out about 25 minutes just doing a pathetic mile and a half, I feel pretty great.