This evening, I ran a mile. A whole, stinkin' mile. I was so happy! (Fine, laugh... I haven't run a whole mile since the end of last summer.) Of course, I did it in more than 10 minutes, but hey. There's room for improvement. I probably would have broken 10 minutes, were not my legs already so sore from yesterday's TKD class. My breathing was OK; I wasn't really coughing up a lung yet.

The main reason I am so happy about this is that I have been too cowardly to go for the mile up until today. I knew it would hurt. At my gym, 9.5 laps around the indoor track is a mile. Since I purchased my membership, I've been slowly working up, doing a little running as a warm-up before my weights sessions. It was difficult for me to complete two of these laps when I started. The last few times I did a 6-lap warmup. This session, I just went ahead and did the mile. It was hard, but definitely not impossible.

Of course, now I have no excuses. I will have to repeat the awesome feat later on this week. From now on, God willing, I will add a lap a week, until I reach two miles, and then two laps a week. If I can continue this, I will regularly be running two miles by mid-May, and then three miles by the end of June. I would love that. I have never run three miles without stopping. I am not formed especially well for distance running, although I can sprint very quickly for short distances.

God is good. He is how I finished the mile. After lap 7, I was praying all the way. :)  ¶ 8:18 PM