So what if it took me 11 minutes. For some of you this is no big deal at all, but you all need to understand the importance of this for me.
Me, who has always considered high activity as having to get up an manually turn the TV channel. It was tough at the end and I almost gave up, but I didn’t. It is one of the few times that having so much helpless angst built up in my body is a good thing. It is fabulous motivation at times.
I just can’t believe I DID it. I didn’t fail. So cool.
Now I just have to focus on my 5k run in June. One mile down, two more on top of that to go.
I’m going to do it if it kills me.