Friday, June 18th was a perfect day, running-wise. I could not have asked for more beautiful weather. It was the last day of my 4-minute interval program which had kicked my butt for the past two weeks. When I first started it, I could not even get through the program without pausing it for a few minutes here and there. And on Friday, I got through the whole thing, and when I ran into a neighbor on my way home, I was able to carry on a conversation with her despite just finishing the program. Rather than vomiting on her shirt, which is what would have happened two weeks prior.
On Father's Day, June 20th, I didn't get out to run until 8 p.m. It had been a long day and my energy was sapped. (Being nice to both my father and my husband was tough for me, but I pulled through.) It was the first time I was doing the 6-minute interval program and I was nervous I wouldn't be able to get through it. Au contraire. I got through it and I came home and cleaned my house and made lunches for the next day.
These might seem like small accomplishments, and I guess they are, but to me they prove that I am getting stronger and improving. If you remember, I almost died during my first run after I had to run for two minutes. And now I can run for 6 minutes without stopping. 6 minutes! That's like practically a marathon.
"Go a mun, mommy? I mun?"
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