My Twenty Minute Run

The other day, the lady who lives inside my phone told me to run for twenty solid minutes. I am not sure whether she and I are still friends.  The longest I had done before that was a nine minute run. Nine to twenty is a big jump.

This is how it is supposed to go:  She says, "warm up" and I walk for 5 minutes. Then she says "run" and I obey. Twenty minutes later she says, "cool down" and I walk for five more minutes.

After a nice "warm up" walk from my office to the track, this is how it went:

Minutes 1 - 8:  I can totally do this!  If I can do 9 minutes I can do 20!

Minutes 8 - 10:  What the f$&k am I doing?  Is it over yet?

Minutes 11-12:  I simply cannot do this.  Maybe I should walk a few minutes and then start back up.

Minutes 13-15: Second Wind!  I can do this! I am a running Machine!

Minutes 16-17: Nope. I am dying.  Will I get in trouble if I vomit on the track?

Minute 18: Mentally compose this blog entry.

Minutes 19-20: Third Wind! Big push!  Go faster!  (You know, so this blog entry will have an inspirational ending.)

So yeah, I did it.  Actually, I unknowingly ran 25 minutes by mistake because I didn't hear the lady say "cool down" and I just kept running like an idiot and then when I realized what I had done I had to run back to my office because we were going to be late for daycare pickup.  I am both proud of and embarrassed by this.