I'm Still Running, and So Proud of Myself

I really can't remember the last time I was really proud of myself for something.  But last night I was.  I couldn't stop smiling.  I must have looked like a goof ball!  Last night was W2D1 of C25K, and that means an increase in run time.  Not a huge increase, but big enough that I was worried.  I wasn't sure if I could do it.

I knew that when the first of the series of runs started, the last thing I wanted to do was stare at the countdown clock, so I flipped my phone over so I couldn't see the counter.  First run done, and hey, that wasn't too bad.  Then the second run, and third, hey, I'm actually going to finish this!  Only 2 more runs to go!

Fourth run, thought I was going to die.  Stupid skinny bitch to the left of me was WALKING at my run pace!  Okay, there's some motivation!  I CAN DO THIS!!!  Fourth run down, fifth run, here I come!

I DID IT!!!!