The First MilePosted: September 24, 2010
I saw Rich walking across the campus towards me and I sprinted to meet him. I had forgotten to throw a sweater over my brown Under Armour t-shirt when I left the dorm, and my still-red skin was tingling in the November night air.
I hopped up onto a stone ledge and crossed my legs Indian style, tapping out a beat onto my knees as he asked me what my big news was. My gym buddy, Rich was my go-to fitness guy and I had texted him before even leaving the gym. I needed to share my excitement with someone, and he was the natural choice. We agreed to meet up between our residence halls.
GUESS WHAT GUESS WHAT GUESS WHAT!!!!?!!!?
I hit a mile for the first time ever! I’m on such a HUGE runner’s high and I had to had to had to just tell you and oh my gosh I’m dead inside but I could totally go and do it again right now!
Earlier in the evening, I hit the treadmill after work, and after a quarter mile incline walk to warm up, I cranked up the speed for my usual half mile run. I vividly remember seeing .49 tick to .50 without feeling winded, and I said aloud – to nobody in particular – “tonight is going to be the night that I go a full mile.” Sure enough…twelve minutes and thirteen agonizing seconds later, I was red in the face and winded, but prouder than I could ever remember being.
Ecstatic about completing, my time and inability to breathe hardly even registered in my mind. I ran a mile. I was an athlete. I was capable. I was giddy as all get out. I was determined and accomplished the goal that I wanted more than anything at that given moment.
What was your first “milestone” accomplishment in fitness? Email me your story (however long or short it may be) to firstname.lastname@example.org along with your name and blog (if you have one), and I’d love to feature it as a future post!