I ran tonight for 3.1 miles. I ran a 5K! I'm honestly so proud of myself. I completed something that I started and put my whole body and heart into it. I won't lie and say it was easy, but I really did it. I got out there in 85 degree heat and ran for 43 minutes (yes, I am so slow, but my feet kept moving). Right before I started to run, I smiled because I knew I was going to do it. In the middle of my first mile (always the hardest for me) I said to myself, "They will have to drag my cold, dead body off this road because I am finishing this."
I cried when I finished. Cheesy? Yes. I just couldn't help it. Such a big hurdle to overcome and I was just so happy that I pushed through.