I thought I'd be running a marathon by now!

I was feeling a little discouraged after my run today. I am noticing tiny improvements, like when I get to a spot where I normally have to stop and walk to catch my breath, but I just keep going (I should admit, however, this is paid for towards the end of the run when I can barely bring it home). For some reason, I thought it would be easier already. I just started running 11 days ago, so I'm not sure what I thought would happen (magic?), but last week I thought to myself, "This will be the hardest week. It's only going to get easier." Hey, guess what? It's basically exactly as hard as it was 11 days ago. So to counteract this discouragement, I have a new, more realistic inner monologue going on: It's going to be easier by my birthday. My birthday is in mid-April, this seems doable.

Also, they say that it takes three weeks to form a habit, after which anything becomes easier. I am more than halfway to three weeks, so we'll see if that holds true.

If nothing else, I'm proud of my motivation. I have gone out 8 out of the 11 days, and have a hard time taking days off. I know that I have to in order to avoid injury, but I'm just so impatient to get better, I want to go and go and go to get there. Thankfully, Dan is here to reign me in. And to run with me every day, and to encourage me the entire way, and to sing the rocky theme song for me when I need it. Some days it feels good to be out there, some days it feels real bad. I don't think I would be out there every day without him.

In other news, I think I'm going to be completely irresponsible tonight and find something to watch on Hulu instead of doing the mountain of homework next to me. There's always tomorrow!