Manic Monday

Today wasn't really manic... but I did do something that made me think I was losing my mind.

Today was my first day running since my little hiatus during physical therapy. Physical therapy has been over for a couple weeks now and I've been pain free, so I figured it was time to add that back in. My goal was to do two miles. I really wasn't feeling like doing it and wasn't sure how it would go after so much time off... so I started small.

Well I got those 2 miles done and I felt like I still wanted to run. Yes, you read that right. I wanted to run. I felt like running. So I kept going. 92 minutes later...I was at 6 miles. I was still feeling good and probably could have gone farther/longer, but I know from past experience that the treadmill cuts you off at 100 minutes, and the belt was starting to give off a burning smell so I figured I would call it quits. 

6 miles!

Now mind you that is not all running... but pretty darn close to it. I walked the first mile as a warm up, and then ran a mile at a pace that really pushed me. After that (after I caught my breath!) I just alternated between running at a slow pace I could keep up with, and walking when I needed a breather (or a slow song came on...It's impossible to run fast with a slow song).

I am a little sore now tonight after sitting down for a little bit... but nowhere near as sore as I thought I would be. There were a couple times I wanted to stop (I usually commit to running quarter miles at a time because that is how my treadmill breaks it down, and I am OCD and can't stand stopping halfway through!) but I just kept going, and I'm so glad I did. 

Plus, the sense of accomplishment I feel right now... that totally trumps any pain I feel!! Literally in my mind, it's as if I just ran a marathon! (Small steps...right?)

Dare I say, I like running? We'll see how tomorrows run goes before we answer that question. Ha.

Am I becoming a runner?! #thingsIneverthoughtI'dsay. Oh my.