On my way to running!

I hate running. There is absolutely nothing I enjoy about it. I have been wanting to become a runner and I had excuse after excuse why I couldn't. I have a treadmill and I can walk really fast for a long period of time, I would try to run and I thought wow this is stupid I am not a runner. I hated how my whole body would just jiggle when I ran. My boobs were almost hitting my face and my butt would hit the back of my feet. I'm sure they really didn't, but to me it sure felt like it.

Let's fast forward.

I have lost a total of 60 pounds. I made a goal for myself to run/walk a mile a day on my treadmill for a year. I have done really good at this goal of mine and have actually done more than a mile everyday that I have been on it. I have also realized that my body needs a rest day, a rest day isn't an excuse, but rather needed. I decided to do Couch to 5k to get me running. I'm not training to do a marathon, I just want to be a runner. I would love to do a marathon and I WILL!

I finished week 1 of my C25k on Monday and yesterday I was going to do just one more day of it. When it was time to run, I didn't want to stop at that minute mark so I continued to run and dangit, I found myself finishing Day 1 of Week 2. I almost puked 2 times during my workout. The negative voices were trying to tell me that it was ok to stop my workout because it was my workout and nobody else would know if I quit or if I lied. The positive voices (which I barely ever listen to), told me to suck it up and power through it. It was my workout and I only I could finish it. So that's what I did. I powered through the workout, gave it my all and didn't quit. When I was done I was so proud of myself, proud that I could look back and know that I didn't give up and that I did it.