Three Minutes of Glory

So I did it. I downloaded the Couch to 5K app and actually pressed play.

Three Minutes of Glory

The app cheerfully told me to run for three minutes and I laughed out loud. Three minutes? That’s nothing, right? WRONG. So very, very wrong.

I made it about thirty seconds before my body started filing complaints. My lungs were personally offended. My legs questioned every life choice I’ve ever made. But somehow, miraculously, I kept going. Three full minutes of actual running without stopping to walk or dramatically collapse on the sidewalk.

The crazy part? I feel amazing. Not physically - physically I feel like I got hit by a very small, very slow truck. But mentally? My brain is doing this weird happy dance. I think it’s called pride? It’s been a while since I felt proud of something that didn’t involve keeping two small humans alive.

Marcus is already talking about joining me for the next one. Bless his heart, he thinks this is going to become a thing. We’ll see if I can even walk tomorrow first.