So today, warming up on the elliptical machine waiting for my trainer I thought .... mmn, not doing it for me. I looked at the treadmill and said "go on, just try it"
You see, my secret dream is to be able to run. To be the kind of person that talks about the runners high and thinks about which marathon to train for. I want my kids to hold that bronze New York Marathon meddle in their tiny, sticky hands and think 'wow, my mum ran all that way'.
So I walked onto the treadmill and punched in the numbers. I took the speed up to the highest walk I could manage and then I punched in one more time. My feet lifted up, I lent slightly forward and I started jogging. I punched in again and I started running.
I STARTED RUNNING !!!!!!!
I ran for a minute on and a minute off for 15 mins. I could have done more and tomorrow I will. Weight loss rocks!! In these remaining 4 weeks before transfer I want to reach 15 mins non stop running.
This gives me something to think about other than the DE cycle, the possibilities and the dreaded hope.