Yesterday, I ran a mile. 1 whole mile.
It was AWESOME!
I know so many people who have done 5k's, 10k's, half-marathons, and full marathons...but they all had to start out with just one mile at some point in their lives.
I had actually just intended to walk (by myself, Matt was down with a bad cold) but made a split second decision after a 5 minute warm up to run.
I ran past a sweet old lady who was out enjoying the wonderful fresh air.
I turned a corner and ran to the next block.
I saw a gray van two blocks down.
I ran past it.
I saw the end of the street, took a left, and kept running.
Then I just made up my mind that I was going to run home.
I ran and I ran and I actually ran PAST the house, to the end of our block, because I wanted to ensure that I had run a full mile.
All the while, I imagined people cheering me on. All of you were there, lining the street, jumping up and down, waiting for me to cross that 'finish line'.