As I was walking out of the gym to my car I was hit with this overwhelming feeling of shear..... joy/happiness/awesomeness/wellbeing/accomplishment....I can't even describe it but it was an awesome feeling. I thought of the saying my sister just reminded me of, "Nothing Tastes As Good As Thin Feels" Since I havne't been "thin" since circa 1997, I honestly can't say I have yet to truly know that quote. But I digress, let's get to the skinny of today's post (pardon the pun!) I'm a s - l - o - w runner. Around week 5 of the C25K I had to come to terms with the fact that I could only jog at a 4.2 to 4.5 if I really wanted to run longer. So, I've been trotting along most recently at a 4.5 comfortably and even up to a 4.8 consistently. I have been feeling really good about my most of my runs (except those darn 4 milers!) To put things in perspective, I'm relatively a taller gal clocking in at 5'8" with long legs. Once again, slow runner but okay with it....for now.
Well today I decided before my run I was just going to start out at 5.0 and see how long before I hyper-ventilated and had to drop back down to my standard 4.5. Did I have to? NOOOO! I felt great at 5.0! Not winded, not looking like I was going to pass out, just comfortably running. Today was the day I felt like a runner, a REAL runner. I know I shouldn't be obsessed about numbers but I can't help it. At this point in my journey, numbers are a help not a hinderance. I ran 3 miles at an 11 something pace! If I could just bottle this feeling pull it out and bask in the glow through out the day....hmmmmm....put's a smile on my face just thinking about it!
NOTHING could ever taste as good as this momment felt.