Today was less than inspiring.

I am getting better at running, in that I run at least 50% of my workout now. I have to keep reminding myself that when I started back in November I couldn’t run more than a couple feet, and even that just about did me in. So I am indeed making progress, but today I was feeling very disheartened.

I run at the high school track, which probably isn’t the best environment for feeling good about myself. There I am, surrounded by people half my age and weight, and they run like gazelles, combining speed and amazing grace. I plod along, stopping to catch my breath after running for less than 5 minutes, and wondering if I’ll ever look like that. I don’t mean lean with a rock hard body, although that would certainly be nice. ;) I mean I envy the way they look almost as if they are dancing, the way their feet barely seem to touch the ground.

Because losing weight would be fantastic, it would be more than awesome. Getting fit would be even greater. But the ultimate goal is to run 26.2 miles and some days I wonder if I’ll ever get there.