3 mile marker..CHECK!!

Today was the kind of day where I couldn't wait to go for my run. I had two miles for my goal, and after Saturday I knew this would be no problemo. I surfed the internet all day long for inspirational quotes, stories, and advice. I read all about beginning runners plight and begin to feel so motivated I could hardly wait to get home.

I pull into the parking lot with my brand new sneakers on, roaring to go. When I pulled into the parking space I put the car into park and said to myself, I am gong to run three miles today.

Whoa. Who said that?

My goal for today on my schedule is only 2 miles. I am not supposed to run three miles until two Saturdays from now. What am I thinking?

I am going to run 3 miles today.

There it was again. Looping around in my mind. 3 miles. OK then.

Lets do this.

I walk into the gym with a pep in my step, if you will. There he is. Mr. Treadmill. My nemeses. Lets do this. Begin.

Running, running, and more running. The first mile and a half were the worst. Once I got over that hump I started catching myself actually think about other things. Zoning out to my music and not looking at the distance. Running in the zone and the next thing I know I cracked the to mile mark. Whoot Whoot! I was going to do it. With ease. Well, ease may not be the best adjective, but I wasn't dying. Huffing and puffing yes, but not dying. I also had the audacity to increase the speed faster than I had ever run before. Man, I was actually enjoying myself. Loving the rush and how good I felt. Who Knew?

Then I cool down and made my way off the treadmill. My tendon in the back of my leg around my knee was killing me. Looks like I may have to take the day off tomorrow and rest.

Ahh, the life of a runner.