New respect for runners

While away on vacation, I felt bound and determined to conquer the mile. I had my pedometer with me and I dutifully clocked a mile. The first time, it was a struggle. I had to break into a walk 3 times. I didn't use any music like I usually do in the gym, but I'm not so sure that would have helped. Two days later, I tried again. I ran it without stopping once and without feeling like I might collapse into a coma! It wasn't fun, and I didn't feel terrific afterward, but I do have a sense of accomplishment. I also have a new respect for all runners. It's brutal! I think Ed will be proud of me.