I crossed the mile, and glanced at my watch, certain I must have done it in eight, maybe nine minutes.
Blink. Blink.
9:46.
Whoa, I JUST beat that ten-minute mark. Barely.
Running is so humbling.
There are days when a half-mile feels like a marathon. Times when every little incline is a “hill” to be conquered. Times when I feel like I must have run four miles, only to find out it was just over three (that hurts).
But, there is nothing else that makes me feel so connected to my body and its ability to push itself beyond what I think is possible. And though I barely got in under ten minutes, I did it.
And that is good enough for me.
Though next time? I’d better break 9:30.
Yes! You did it!
Congratulations!
Are you going to do the C25K class again?
Dude, you rock.
I'll bet you break that 9:30 next time. Good job, you!
Under 10 sounds good to me!
Great! As long as you go, who cares how long it takes… And think about it– how many other things can you get done in ten minutes? It takes me longer to clean the bathroom, and I can't imagine that's good for my body and soul.
That is so awesome!