I did it. I did it. I'm flying (figuratively speaking, not literally -- literally I'm running!)
Last night I ran 2 miles (that's a smidge over 3km) in 28 min. 28 minutes is not a great time, but for me it's more about continuously running without passing out or puking.
I am flying 'cause I'm amazed, I never thought I'd be able to say that I can easily running 2 miles. 2 months ago 90 sec. of running was a stretch for me.
More and more I am rediscovering the joy of accomplishing "the impossible."
Now, maybe my goal ought to be to run the distance without the subsequent stench of the run sticking to me and dripping down my back.
It's bad people, it's bad.