Decisions, Decisions

I couldn't decide this morning if my lungs would allow me to do my Couch to 5K program.

I said to myself, you can just go tomorrow.

THEN I said to myself, hey, uhhhhhh, listen up, bitch. You can walk. So get off your ass, get in the car, and go.

So I went.

And it was awesome.

I didn't use my C25K app. I didn't want the pressure of Constance yelling at me if I just couldn't bring myself to jog the full time she was asking.

(Plus I don't think it's fair of me to try to push my body while it's sick, because it'll be skewed results on the day.)

I ended up improving my distance by half a kilometer. I am now officially halfway to my 5K distance.

Which is AWESOME.

I also did manage to jog some. Not a lot, but I did it. And I did NOT feel like I was going to die while doing so.

 See me? See that tunnel behind me? That tunnel was the goal I set for myself on the first day I went out.

(Notice again, I said "BEHIND me". Yeah. Take that, tunnel.)

This little bastard is my arch-nemesis. It is the cruel, rude and obnoxious uphill side of a very nice and polite downhill. I will kick its ass. Someday. Your time is coming, you bastard.