I'm back in the saddle again.
I didn't get started back to the Couch to 5K training as quickly as I wanted, but after an emotional week and some soul searching, I took the plunge and got back on the treadmill. And honestly, it felt good.
Sunday night I was on the treadmill when Brian left to take the dogs for a run. I was on the last interval of my workout, and feeling really good, when I started wondering if I could run a mile. I was running at a 12 minute/mile pace, so I did the math and decided I would just keep running til I saw that magic number on the screen or until I just couldn't run anymore. A few minutes in, Brian walked in the door and I told him what I was doing and he stood right there next to the treadmill and talked me through it.
I didn't make my mile. BUT I ran for just over 7 minutes straight. That's way longer than I've run in a long time. My legs felt like they could've gone on for days, but my lungs disagreed. And having been an asthmatic for years, I know when to say when. I was a little pissed off, but Brian reminded me that it's better to remind myself of that anger next time I don't want to go for a run than to beat myself up about it. He's a smart cookie sometimes.
I'm not worried. I'll hit that mile very soon. And it'll be a proud moment. Until then, I'm just going to keep getting back on the treadmill.