Only a Mile

Last Saturday I jogged 4 miles.  My muscles were tired by the end, but it was quite do-able otherwise.  This Saturday I'm scheduled for 5 miles, and I feel confident about that.

This week I am scheduled to jog 2 miles, 1 mile (missed this one because of this stupid cold), 2 miles (done today--woot!), 3 miles, and 2 miles.  I'm still super slow, but to go out this morning and jog 2 miles was just not hard.  Don't get me wrong.  I breathe hard.  I sweat.  My legs get tired.  But the fact that I can go out and do a couple of miles without really thinking about it is a super big deal to me.  It feels good to not be dying as I run up Charing Cross, which not long ago seemed like a HUGE uphill battle.