It's 18 days, 17 hours, and 48 minutes until I take my first step towards achieving my goal.
But I have to admit, I'm scared to death. Each day I lace up my shoes and start what feels like a never ending chant, "you can do it, you can do it, piece of cake." I step onto the treadmill or out the door and placing one foot gingerly in front of the other I start to shuffle, lifting my feet a little higher, my shuffle turns to a jog, and about 8 minutes later that odd looking, uneven paced jog bursts into a run.
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Running log updates
(I can't update my Nike+ account from my iPad - work on that Apple!):
Monday
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Tuesday
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Thursday
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Saturday
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4.5,
10’39
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3.0,
9’42
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4.5,
10’14
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7.0,
10’52
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4.5,
9’58
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3.0,
9’36
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4.5,
10’05
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8,
10’03
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5.0,
10’03
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3.0,
9’53
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5.0,
9’59
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6.2,
10’08
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5.0,
9’55
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3.0,
(we’ll see)
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