Not going to lie, I really didn’t want to run this morning. 3 miles for me seems daunting, and as an asthma boi I really didn’t think my lungs could take it. I also don’t really know where to run, like should I go to a park, around my house? I live in a neighborhood so theoretically I could just run laps, but that would get monotonous. Instead, I had the bright idea of just picking a direction and running. I, of course, pick the direction with the most hills so already in my head I thought “I can’t do this,” but for whatever reason I didn’t want to stop. I kept pushing. After mile 1, although my time sucked I didn’t feel too bad, but I will never say “only 2 miles left!” It only got tougher after this, because after I made it through the hills, and ran a mile and a half, it felt like I ran five miles. I did not realize how long it would be, and there were many times through my run that I just wanted to stop and give up, thinking “I can’t do this.” I really don’t know how I’m going to work my way up to run a half marathon yet… I guess this is a good start. Let’s just say I’m worried.
I’ll be keeping a “morale” counter and how I feel each post to see my mood throughout this, so let’s start.
Morale: Low
I’ll be posting my times throughout, and my route. I know It’s not the fastest, but its a start. Also here’s a beautiful picture of me post day 1 run
10 Week Journey 