Saturday night after a long day and a delicious French-inspired dinner in honor of Bastille Day (any excuse for food is a good excuse in my book) we left for our walk/jog. It started off great. I was feeling fantastic, everything was smooth, I was easily pushing myself to go a little faster than normal. I was loving it. Halfway through I think he got bored and thus he started teasing me. I started laughing, which lead to coughing because my body hates me like that. From there things got a little harder, but I kept pushing through. The last two runs, however, were rough. I was going faster than usual, but I was wearing out. At this point my sweet boyfriend developed a plan......
"You can do it. Finish this last run and you can be Batman!" That's all it took. I was off. It was a rough minute, but a fantastic one. He ran behind me the entire time, yelling at me as if I were Batman, and encouraging me. He even called me Bruce. It was both wonderful and hilarious. And of course I finish and say, while panting heavily, "next time, can I be Buffy?" All in all it was a great run. Tough, but fun. And funny. Which I appreciate. I'm a little nervous about starting week 2, but I'm sure everything will be fine. I think...hope...yeah. It may be rough, but I'm having fun and genuinely enjoying the process.
"You can do it. Finish this last run and you can be Batman!" That's all it took. I was off. It was a rough minute, but a fantastic one. He ran behind me the entire time, yelling at me as if I were Batman, and encouraging me. He even called me Bruce. It was both wonderful and hilarious. And of course I finish and say, while panting heavily, "next time, can I be Buffy?" All in all it was a great run. Tough, but fun. And funny. Which I appreciate. I'm a little nervous about starting week 2, but I'm sure everything will be fine. I think...hope...yeah. It may be rough, but I'm having fun and genuinely enjoying the process.
Tonight we conquer C25K week 2, day 1. Who knows, maybe I'll come home Buffy Summers. A girl can dream, right?
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