I (as in me…me! Heather, ME!) ran 10 minutes today and have LIVED to type about it!
My goal was to run for ONE minute...and look what I did!
I don't think it's any coincidence that I ran my 10 minutes on the anniversary of my first son's birth. Natural delivery and running 10 minutes were quite similar.
During labor, I thought I was going to die, and was actually perfectly fine with that as long as death would stop the pain.
During my run, I thought my heart was going to grow hands, rip open my chest and run into the lady's dressing room straight into the shower...but IT DID NOT! It stayed INSIDE my body!
I feel like a champ.
I feel like I could take on the world.
I feel like an athlete.
I also feel like taking a nap…but holy cow…I RAN for 10 minutes today!
And I don't want to die or sit on the potty.
Navy Seals, here I come!