Okay okay alright alright. I went almost a year without running. It's one of my biggest mental blocks. I so badly want to be a runner, just a 10k here and there would make me VERY PROUD AND HAPPY. I have always thought I wasn't capable of being one of those people.
I have been horrifically depressed these past several months, which is nothing new, and I have only exercised a handful of times since November. I know exercise helps lessen depression but I've been so depressed I couldn't fathom breaking an intentional sweat. The other night I was wallowing at midnight for another day and night wasted, when I finally decided to throw my runners on and go for a walk/jog.
First time - walked for half an hour and ran one and ones for twenty-five minutes. 54:42.
Second time - ran two and ones for thirty-two minutes, walked for twenty-two minutes. 53:47.
I know 5k in practically an hour is not impressive to the average runner, but for ME, sad girl who has been sitting around eating donuts and putting on pounds for the last 11 months, this is an accomplishment. If I shave even a minute off every other day I'll be happy and proud.
Though I didn't run the whole thing, I'm so unbelievably proud of myself for running the most I've EVER run before straight. (It was at least 1.5M, maybe even 2M. We walked some but ran a lot of it. What a fun day!