Trusting the program

25 freakin’ minutes in a row!  I was so excited I scared my daughter with my impromptu burst into song and reenactment of Molly Ringwald’s infamous dance moves of the 80s. No…I’m not kidding…she was spooked. Thank God for no other eye witnesses.


All morning and even a bit of last night I was worried about today’s assignment. Yesterday, when I read the next running time I would need to attempt I thought I must have skipped a step somewhere. Seriously…running with NO walking…ya kiddin me? I mean no breaks whatsoever when it was just this last year that I started to identify with the “gotta go, gotta go” overactive bladder commercials. The instructions even capitalized the word NO as if I was being scolded preemptively for just thinking about taking a break in the middle. So, needless to say, I worried. I wondered. AND I pondered a way to get around it. But then I told myself to trust the program. Trust my body. Yes, MY body. The one I have had no confidence in up until this morning when I did it. And I love my husband, my kids, my friends, my ditto sheet print out of week by week instructions on how to learn to run a 5K but… I DID IT. Until now…I was kinda wondering when I would actually have to show up.

The only bad news…I have to do it again.