ONE MILE..........

I have very vivid memories of my middle school PE teacher, Mr. Sullivan, making us run a mile. Oh how I dreaded those days. In the heat, in the pouring down rain, what ever the weather and no matter how out of shape we were, we had to finish the entire 4 laps around the track, or he would fail us, and it would always take me the entire period to finish it. I would always get those jabbing side pains that make it so you can't move, I would feel like I was going to puke, and I would choke on my thickened saliva (sorry, that's gross!).

I have never been a runner and really have never had any desire to run, until my sweet husband wanted me to start running with him. So we started taking brisk walks every evening when he gets home from work. And then two weeks ago I said OK, lets see how running goes for me, well it didn't go so bad, until we made the mistake of running two days in a row. I couldn't move the next day, but that didn't discourage me. So the point of the story is I have worked my way up to running a full mile without stopping, without the jabbing side pains, and without the whole saliva thing. I made it, and it felt good (besides the feeling like I was going to puke part, but that went away a minute or so after I finished). So now I feel like calling Mr. Sullivan and telling him, hey it only took about 15 years, but I finally finished that ONE MILE!!!