Run, Baby, Run

So remember when I told you all about my 5k? And then never really spoke of it again? Oh, you do? It’s not because I quit, far from it, it’s more like I only have time to blog on the weekends, because I’m so tired after work that I just want to zone out in front of Teen Mom or Honey Boo Child or Dance Moms and then jump into bed. Or crawl into it, to be more exact, because I am still sleeping on the floor until I can move into our new apartment next week. But the one thing you can be sure of, is that I’m still running. I’m shaking my money maker, and jogging at what might be described as a camel’s pace, around the neighbor every other day come rain or come shine. And I love it, I really love it. I am now jogging 25 minutes without breaks! 25 minutes, I can’t even believe it. Just the other day I jogged a whole mile! Not jogged and walked a mile, but jogged a whole freakin’ mile! Just a few months ago, I couldn’t walk 1.7 miles without a break, and now I’m jogging it WITHOUT ONE BREAK. It truly makes me feel strong and powerful. There are other fabulous benefits of running. I’ve lost 15lbs and three inches off my waist. And my muscles on my legs are actually tightening up and starting to define, and I love looking at myself in the mirror. The 5k is a week from Saturday. No, I don't think I’ll be able to jog the entire thing, but if I cross that finish line at all, that is an accomplishment. I’m doing another 5k in October for breast cancer. My goal is to be able to jog the entire 5k by then. And then I signed up for a 10k in November, just got to keep pushing myself. Sometimes I don’t give myself enough credit for becoming a jogger because I feel like I jog too slow. I want to go faster. I’m so hard on myself, so overly critical of everything I do. But what I have to remember is as long as my feet are moving, I’m still lapping everyone on the couch.