'No stopping to die' from Kim

It's week three and we haven’t given up, injured ourselves or even slacked off. I would say our progress is impressive. It's nice to surprise myself with what I'm capable of when I push myself.

So this week's training mimics last week and then next week we tack on another half mile so our runs will be 2.5 miles long – almost our goal! We'll stick with that for two weeks and then the 3 mile runs will be the two weeks leading up to the race. I think it's a good plan. I am optimistic that we can survive!

I've discovered that if I can make it past the one mile mark, I can run forever. And by forever I mean two miles, anything beyond that is untested, but I'm pretty sure I'll be able to keep on going. For me, the feeling of dying ends after the first mile. So if I can just make it past that, then I'm good.

Luckily, if I'm running with Lisa and feel like stopping to die I know that I can't, because then I'm holding her up. The thought of holding her up makes me feel bad; similar to a failure. And if I'm at the gym and want to stop and die, I just can't. Here's why I can't: because the two people on either side of me who are running like the wind will judge me as a lazy slacker who can't even make it past a mile. Because I know their workout is centered around looking at my treadmill's control panel to see how fast I'm going and how long I've been going for…I don't look at their control panel because that would highly increase my risk of flying off the back and into the stairstepper machines (which oddly always have men on them).

Yesterday's run was a picture of perfection for us though. We had a great run! It was our first time running the New Baltimore two mile route. Lisa suggested picking a point in the distance and focusing on it as a goal, and let me tell you, that helps a lot. After our run, we weren't even that winded. I do apologize to passing motorists who might now be blind from looking at our glowing neon shirts. At least we didn't get hit by a car!