Jello

Note to self:  Don't go on two hard runs two days in a row.  Man, my legs are like jello.  It was fun, though, and even better, I finished.  Barely, but still a finish!

Yesterday I ran on a paved path around a lake in a nearby neighborhood.  Today I went back to the park I referenced in last Monday's post.  Here's a picture:  

Right now I'm trying to work through the mental block of feeling silly for being excited over small accomplishments.  For instance, earlier this week, my training program increased to 3 minute running intervals (up from 1.5 minute intervals).  I was pretty proud of myself for making it through the first interval.  Until I realized how pathetic it was to be excited about being able to run for three minutes.  Am I that out of shape that THAT is an accomplishment?  Is it really an accomplishment considering that I run so slowly that Jason can keep up with me at a fast walk?

But hey, it's more than I could do three weeks ago, right?  Right.  It's better than being too scared to try, right?  Right.  It's better than being lazy, right?  Uhhhhh.... right.... I suppose. :)