I Survived!
Courtney
So the day is settling down and the kids and sleeping and I've been waiting hours to write this post because I'm a total nerd.

So although it was cold and I generally wasn't in a great mood, I went for a run anyhow.  Okay, I don't think I can actually qualify it as a run, yet, but still.  I did day 2 of the couch to 5k program, and I FINISHED.  Once again I stopped halfway for about 3 minutes and let my heart rate come down, but honestly, it was easier today. (is that even possible?!)  And I felt good walking home, not like I was going to die.  I'm so excited!  I honestly can't wait to get out there and try it again on Saturday.  I just hope my heart will be able to handle it as the intervals lengthen, because I'm ubber excited to be a 'runner', because it's something that I never, ever thought I would be.

I've honestly always been afraid to try.  But as the year ends, I'm reminded of my oneword2011.  Fearless.  So I'm going to do this full on, unafraid of failure, because even being able to run a little is a victory for me.

So, bring it on Saturday.  I will kick your butt!

Oh, and to entice you to read this post, here's a totally unrelated picture of my children at their purest form... ignoring mommy :D
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  1. Martin Long Says:
    November 18, 2011 at 1:58 AM

    Good luck with your Couch to 5K journey. It's not always easy, but don't give up.


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