I held onto the five-minute intervals for a while. I kept at them for an extra week or two because I was struggling with them and then this past weekend they became easy. So stupid. I was fine with the fact that they were tough because that way I could stick with them.
Get this: today the eight minute intervals were also easy.
Dammit; my body is getting good at things I don’t like.
I was anticipating them feeling like an eternity and huffing and puffing through it, but instead I felt strong, comfortable and my mind even went naturally to other places. What is this malarky?! I have been very good at meditating on how much I hate running, and now I’m losing that skill. Now my mind lets go of negativity, looking at the clock and focusing on pain and instead becomes calm and positive. I have even decided that on Wednesday, for my next excursion I will go to the 20-minute intervals that are required of me. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I know I will be able to do it. Who am I?
The run immediately following my 20 minutes straight is run 5 minutes, walk 3, run 8, walk 3, run 5… what?! I’m going back to three and five minute intervals again? How can I hold on to this sense of being better than everyone else if I backtrack to the things I couldn’t do at all two months ago?
Running is the complex monster I battle.
Learning to be Funny 
Wow! I’m impressed (and a bit jealous).For a long time I’ve wished I was a
runner – but that desire came too late in my life for it to be realistic. So I will just
have to live vicariously with enjoying watching you live life to the fullest.
Love you, Grandma
Have you ever heard of the “Runner’s High”? It happens, one just has to get through the beginning to get there. You go!! (ps, glad to see the posts again.)