At any rate, we went out and started running, and I pushed myself to keep going, and she pushed me to keep going, and I kept going through the suck until I just actually couldn't jog another step. And you know what? I was impressed with myself. I made it farther than I thought I could, and it gave me a glimpse into what life could be like if I keep at it and keep doing C25K. While I didn't enjoy the run per se, I did enjoy the feeling when I was finished. It also made me wish I had a regular running buddy, because nothing keeps me going better than
the desire to not look like a total wuss next to someone else the great feeling of sharing in health with a friend.
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