So, when my friend Megan told me that today's run starts off at three minutes, I was both shocked and terrified. I mean, seriously? I thought the 90-second runs were torture. I thought I'd never get through that first run, much less the rest of the program for today. And when I started, I almost psyched myself out; I began to think I was too winded, that my legs were too heavy, and that I'd never be able to finish this run. Then I stopped that snowball and told myself to stop being such a wimp and do the best that I could. And I'll bet you can guess what came next: yep, I finished that 3-minute run. When the app directed me to start walking, my eyebrows raised and I said, out loud, "Hmm, not too bad I guess." (Thank goodness the track was empty when I started--I don't need to be known as the crazy wife who talks to herself while running.) It was still tough, but I think I was expecting it to be impossible ... and it wasn't.
I know that it's just going to get harder, but I think I learned an important lesson today: if I just push myself, I can actually surprise myself with what I'm able to do. It's a welcome change from the defeatist attitude I've had for so long being overweight.