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Words I never thought I'd say

Here is what I said yesterday to convince myself to get off my lazy butt and go running.

"Sassy Pants, you can do this. It's only a short run."

It was FIVE miles. When the heck did 5 miles become a short run?! Good lord, I may be an actual "runner." Minus the runner's physique.

And it worked. I went out and ran the 5 miles. Crazy.

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DecemberFlower said…
Wow.

Based on my current fitness level, a quarter mile MIGHT be a short run for me. That's probably about as much as I could run in one go, anyway.
Sassy Pants said…
That's about all I could "run" 2 years ago. And every step was agony and I bitched the whole time. My new found fitness is a perpetual surprise to me.
DecemberFlower said…
I hope to reach a point like that someday. I know that won't happen with me just sitting here talking about it and hoping, but I really do plan to take advantage of the fitness center and all the bike trails down at the college I'm transferring to. Plus my fiance is there, so I'll have an exercise partner that should help motivate me a little more.

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