Progress, But Not

yesterday I ran 3 whole miles without stopping. today I ran about 3.6. that doesn't sound like a whole lot unless you understand where I was in terms of running about a month ago. to put it simply, I'm a swimmer. running isn't one of those things that comes naturally to me - in fact, I would have to honestly say that I despised it.

Every time I'd run outside I'd bust out about a mile and half and then be too tired to do any more. then I'd have shin splints for the next five days so I wouldn't be able to run anymore. So I'd wait and try again about a month later - and the cycle would continue. Until I realized the wonders of a treadmill at the gym. It helps me pace, which is the big reason I use it as opposed to running outside. Once I've learned to pace myself on my own, I'll be out of that stinky hot gym.

I'm really proud of myself for being able to run that much - it's not something I ever imagined myself being able to do. It's not like swimming, something that kind of got easy and boring for me. With running I can keep setting myself goals and challenge myself in different ways; it's very un-boring.

It is a little bit frustrating though. I feel like I'm putting in a lot of hard work, I'm making better food choices, but I'm not really getting the results that I've been hoping to get. I'm trying really hard not to get discouraged though. Some days are just a little more aggravating than others. But I've always been hard on myself, so I suppose this really shouldn't come as a surprise to me...