Even Slow Progress Is Progress

It dawned on me today at work that I was not dreading tonight's three-mile run. I was not sore from yesterday's four miles, and at that point I was not wishing Gina would be abducted by aliens. That was a big moment for me, as I usually wish strange and horrible things upon her several times a day in anticipation of even our shortest runs...much like the torture I wish upon Elaine on boot camp days. *Exercise makes me mean. I'll turn on you in a heartbeat.

And just when I reached this positivity milestone...what did I do? I went home after work and took a nap. And I woke up from that nap dreading those three miles. I usually dread the first few steps most of all. But, true to motivational form, Gina showed up right on schedule and made me go, and monitored our pace, and told me I was doing great (even when I wasn't), and pushed us through.

The result? WE DID IT! We maintained our goal pace. In fact, our average pace was six seconds under.

Miles: 3.01
Average Pace: 13:43
Duration: 41:15

Now, to what I call a "real runner," those stats will not seem impressive. For me, they are. They do not represent my best times, but they represent an improvement on my recent times. Today, that's what I choose to concentrate on. Progress...slow, steady progress.

Way to go, Gina! I'm proud of us!