I know this must sound silly to most but my entire life I've hated to run. I played sports of all kinds and I could swim around the world as long as you didn't ask me to run at any portion of the trip. In grade school I would never get an A in P.E. solely because I refused to run the stupid mile test. So today I made every P.E. teacher of mine proud, well maybe just myself.
Today after 15 minutes on the stair machine I thought to myself how tiring this is, so I'll go walk briskly on the treadmill. I wanted to start preparing to train to run this mile (Project 622 task #42) so I started slow with a run of 1 minute. After successfully running for the minute, let's go a little further and run 1 1/2 minutes. I got to that mini goal and just kept running one minute at a time until I ran 15 minutes. It really is like Forrest Gump; I just kept running. Technically I ran a little longer than a mile but the Kid's Playarea was closing and my kids would be really mad at me I'm sure if I chose the treadmill over them.
Now that my task is completed, I realized it was all in my head that I couldn't run a mile, my entire life. I want to do it again.