I've never liked running. Or even exercising. There is a family tale of my stopping on 2nd base when I played little league softball. When asked why I stopped since I could have kept going I said I needed to stop because I was sweating. In high school I wheezed whenever I ran or rode a bike, especially outside.
I've been content to stay inside in my new desire to exercise and walk/jog on the treadmill. Over the years any attempt to exercise outside has left me wheezing for air and strangely, my two front teeth hurting.
In the last couple of weeks though I've wanted to set a goal for myself and I picked a 5K as my goal. In May during the Florence Rhododendron Festival I'm going to attempt jogging my first 5K.
In order to do that I have to do 2 things. Be able to run the 3 miles without stopping. And be able to run outside.
I'm working on increasing my run time/distance. I'm up to 15 minutes of jogging which depending on my pace is about 1.5 miles.
This weekend I went to Florence to visit cousin Scary (family nick-name) and her new little (another post coming up on that one). While there I went on 2 jogs. Outside. Without dying. But I did stop a couple of times. Pavement is a whole new world to my legs and they were none too happy about it.
I was sure grateful that yesterday was Sunday (my day off) so that I wouldn't have to go again but I'm proud of myself for sticking it out, trying it, and making it.