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.
YAY for you!!! Inspiring and encouraging for me- Thank you!
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