I am strong

I'm on the treadmill, the TV is on, Cate is playing around with a toy near by, only 3.5 miles to go. I feel like I might die. Feet are heavy, muscles tired, I'm breathing hard already, sweating. Sometimes I have to walk for a minute, but I don't stop. I tell myself to keep going. And eventually it gets easier, eventually it feels good. And I do this almost everyday. I hate it and I love it. If you know me you know I'm NOT super athletic, haven't been since high school. Nine weeks ago I decided it's time to do something for just for me. I set a goal of running 20 miles a week, and lifting weights 3 times a week.

My progress report-
Week 1: ran 15 miles, 105,000 steps total
Week 2: ran 19 miles, 107,000 steps total
Week 3: ran 20 miles, 102,000 steps total
Week 4: ran 20 miles, 104,000 steps total
Week 5: ran 14 miles, 108,000 steps total  (disclaimer-on vacation)
Week 6: ran 12 miles,   95,000 steps total  (disclaimer-on vacation)
Week 7: ran 21 miles, 103,000 steps total
Week 8: ran 20 miles, 103,000 steps total
Week 9: ran 23 miles, 108,000 steps total
I've learned in past 9 weeks that I am strong. That I have more mental toughness than I ever realized. That I can do anything I put my mind to. I can do hard things, all I have to do is show up and not give up. I hope I'm teaching the kids something too.