Me? A runner?

So I've taken up running. I never thought I would actually choose to exhaust myself like this, and I made a promise to myself after I ran the mile senior year of high school that I would never do it again.

Well, I lied.

About a week ago I started running, and in that short amount of time, I can feel myself getting addicted. In that time I've gone from not being able to run half a mile without stopping to running over a mile fairly easily without stopping. I understand that for those of you who are "runners," this seems like something simple. However, for someone like me who has tried and failed at it before, this is unbelievable.

I guess I can thank Mallory for all of this. After seeing her over Spring Break and seeing how incredible she looked, I asked her how the hell she was looking so good. Her answer? "I started running." Granted, she started running months ago, but she has the same body type as me and asthma on top of that, so if she can run 6 miles without stopping after a few months of running, I knew I could do it too.

So I did. And it sucked at first. But the next day I did it again. Then again. Then again.

I'm hoping to run to and around Wilke's lake by the end of the semester. I'm glad my roommates run too, because once I start feeling more comfortable with longer distances, it would be nice to have a running partner or two. Maybe next year I'll even run the 6 miles to Hampden-Sydney like they do... but for right now I'll just continue to be elated that I ran over a mile without stopping for the first time in my life, and I did it two days in a row.

I wonder how far I'll go tomorrow.