***Disclaimer: Those of you that are in any way active, stop reading now. You will find this post boring, unimpressive and possibly comical.***
Last night...I did it. I have been using the Treadclimber at the gym, for the past several weeks. I have fallen in love with it and shoot daggers at anyone who dares be using it when I arrive.
But last night, I thought I'd try...are you ready?...running. This is the girl that can only run the straights on the track. You know the routine: run the straights, walk the curves...yeah, that's me.
I jumped on that treadmill and ran AN ENTIRE MILE. I know, it's not much, but coming from someone who has never been able to do that...I shocked myself. I was breathing just fine and would have been able to keep going, if my calf muscles hadn't cramped up in mortified pain.
So, laugh at me all you want.
But every great journey began with one step.
This was mine.