Big deal, right?
YES! It is!
There was a discussion the other day over on Scoot a Doot about our love (or hate?) of the treadmill. I personally see the treadmill as a security blanket of sorts. It’s always there to meet my needs without me having to put myself on ‘display’ by running in public.
Seeing myself as a runner is a very recent milestone for me and I still have moments of insecurity when I compare myself to the other runners around me.
So, with my laces tight, and my big girl panties snug, I set out to run around the gorgeous lake that sits, literally, in my back yard.
My pace was everywhere! My first .25 was at a 10 minute pace! I kept thinking, ‘Man! Running outside is so much harder, my legs are burning, I’m gasping for air…” *looks down at runkeeper* ‘… OH! Woah! No wonder!!’
So I backed off a bit. I took quick walking breaks when I found myself feeling overwhelmed, and tried not to beat myself up for it.
I can’t complain about my results 2.1 miles in 28:25.