Today I ran five miles. The end!
No, not really! There's a little more to the story. I didn't feel like exercising today. And this is my recovery week. And I felt like I should be able to do whatever I want. But I didn't want to do anything.
So I ignored my feelings and started exercising. I did five different exercises to strengthen my core. Then I kept checking the time. Has it been 15 minutes yet? Because I think that's long enough today.
Then I ran on the treadmill. Just take it one mile at a time. The fan was blowing on my face and I didn't even sweat until the second mile. And I felt better. I wanted to run.
Then I increased the speed for two miles. After a half mile of that, I increased the speed some more, but I had to slow down when I had visions of myself flying off the back of the treadmill. I finished those fast two miles with that faster speed I tried earlier. No problem this time. Happiness! (I used this Pace Conversion Chart to figure out my treadmill pace.)
I ran a cool down mile. Five miles are now done and, you know, it wasn't that bad. The fast running was my favorite part. Sometimes I really like the treadmill. : )