Yesterday, even though I had already gone to the gym that morning, I went for a run.
The outdoors were calling my name, with a setting sun and near perfect 55 degree weather conditions.
I needed it.
When I first started exercising, all I would do is walk. Slowly. For hours, around a path that followed a river near my apartment. Almost every day.
And when I began to run, in increments of one minute, than two minutes, and so on, I remember thinking, “One day I would like to run this whole loop.”
It’s just over two miles.
Last night. I did it.
Yes, I’ve run further and faster than that in the past.
But last night, I did something that once seemed like a very, very, very far away dream
Every run for me is emotional.
No matter the time, no matter the distance. It’s emotional because I’m doing something I once feared. Because I’m doing something I seriously thought was never possible for myself.
And last night everything was just on. My pace was comfortable. My breathing was steady. My body was focused and my mind was free to wander.
Starting weight: 243
Last week: 181
This week: 180.5
Total loss: 62.5