This morning I went out for my run. I needed to get in 15 minutes of running and 15 walking plus a warm up and cool down. When I got to the top of the hill at the end of the neighborhood I decided I'd run for 5 minutes--that is the longest I've gone at any one stretch so far and last time that got me to the park. I go to the park, I felt good so I kept running, I was just about ready to stop when I saw someone I knew so I kept running, there was a little hill up ahead and I told myself if I could get there I could stop. 8 minutes down, more than half! Yippee. I walked for 4 minutes, up a series of hills (which I think is actually harder than running on the flat). Then I ran another 7 minutes. All of the running in two chunks. I had some serious self talk going on...you can do it, its only a little farther to the tree, bench, bridge, etc.
I am toying with the idea of entering a 5K next weekend, its at the park I where I ran this morning. It is literally 10 minutes from my house. I was hoping Es would want to do it with me but she's doing the 10K at the Marine Corps marathon (you go girl!).