1.59!

This afternoon, I ran 1.59 miles.

For a lot of people, 1.59 miles is something to scoff at.

For me, that’s something to celebrate.

On Day Three, I only did 1.38 miles. Day Five? 1.59! ONE POINT FIVE NINE! That means I was running faster — or at least the amount of running that I was actually supposed to do.

I’m stoked.

Also, today was the closest I’ve gotten to being able to run all the parts I was supposed to. The last two running sections I started slowing my pace to a walk at about the :45-:50 mark. Which, isn’t that bad. I’m actually pretty proud of myself.

Now, to ice my shins, knees, and ankle.

*–Edit–*

Until the 9 weeks of C25K is over, my “I ran __miles” really means, I ran/walked __miles. haha.