I did something just now, and I'm bloody proud!

What did I do? I just frickin did it (in the words of Michelle Bridges). JFDI.

5km in 49 minutes. On a treadmill. Jogging for most of it. I might have only been going at 6km/h, I might have stopped every 3-4 minutes for a 1 minute walk break (at the same speed!), but it was done.

I puffed and shuffled my way through it, ignoring those on the bikes and cross-trainers behind me, staring at my bum and my bright blue leopard print undies that clearly show through my leggings.

I struggled to work out how to have a drink while running, because I've only ever had a drink when I slow to a walk.

I watched some horrible show on cable TV to distract me (Naked and Afraid - Google it!)

I tried not to watch the clock, but couldn't help it.

I told the voices in my head to pipe down when they started telling me my legs were sore and that I should stop. I set a goal before I commenced each jogging section, and stuck to it. Sometimes it was only a minute of jogging, but twice, it was 5 minutes! More often than not, it was 4 minutes.

Anything is possible if you put your mind to it.

*and now, 30 minutes later, after sitting in the car, I can hardly move! Stupid knees...