It was embarrassing, but today I’m thankful for my confession to you. Without it I would have not bothered to keep trying to meet my goal, because most likely no one would have remembered my declaration of not giving up without me reminding them.
It was a little difficult to get in exercise of any sort during the month of February. I set some personal goals to achieve before summer, and working out regularly and pushing myself will help get me there. So Monday I decided to get back trying to complete stinky week 4 day 1 of C25K doing the running intervals at 5mph. I did about as well as expected for someone who had a month off from regular exercise. In my frustration I told myself I have to get on the treadmill six days a week until I could do it. Tuesday I managed to walk. An entire one mile. In installments. Some days are like that I suppose.
Ah, Wednesday, my lovely, lovely Wednesday. I love you Wednesday. On Wednesday, I did it!
:::record scratch:::
Whaaaat? How? I had to do a little pushing through, but I was not feeling like I was going to die. I even checked to make sure I had pressed five and not four on the treadmill panel.
Had a little help from Toby Mac
When I finished the last running interval, I felt powerful, invincible, and like I could conquer anything.
Then this played during the cool down interval
It is not me who is powerful, invincible, and conqueror.
I never ever again want to see, hear, type, read “week 4 day 1.”
I will not be making any new running goals. I do want to run the City Lights 5k faster than I did last year– God willing. That shouldn’t be too hard as it was my first one, and I was slow as molasses at the North Pole. It may have been actually warmer at the North Pole that day. It was so cold the organizers asked if we were really going to run or did we just want our shirt.
This article was first published on March 13, 2014 and was recovered using AI and web.archive.org.





















