I kept going, past the pharmacy, past the next landmark I set for myself, and past a third landmark. I ran for 20 minutes straight—far more than the mile I'd thought I couldn't run at all!
I cooled down, walked to the pharmacy and then headed home. The sun was still shining, I was smiling, and I thought about whether the weather would hold out so I could run again soon!
Since then, I've run a few more times, usually for about two miles each time. There are no rules about how fast to run or how far you have to go to be a runner. You won't find me training for a marathon any time soon (or probably ever!), but I would like to run a 5K for fun this summer.
As it turns out, running isn't torture disguised as exercise. It's actually fun!
''I Can Finally Call Myself a Runner''
My First Mile Wasn't as Bad as I Expected
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