I broke 5 miles on the elliptical tonight. In one hour, I ran 5.22 miles.
I haven’t done that since 2017.
Truthfully, I didn’t know if I would ever be able to do it again until recently. But tonight, I decided I wanted to do it. And then I did it.
At 4.25 miles, I knew I was going to do it — and I almost started crying right there on the machine.
But I didn’t. I just kept running.
It felt INCREDIBLE to hit 5 miles again all these years later, all this weight — physical and emotional — heavier, all these years older. But part of why I knew I could do it tonight is that I’d done it before. Even being still sick and fairly worn out from a long week, I knew I could do it.
When the day comes that I can breach new territory and do 6 miles, I will cry. It will be the happiest I’ve ever been on the elliptical.
For now, that honor belongs to tonight.
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