Hurts so good.

That title is a lie. There is nothing good about the hurt I am feeling. Today was our sixth day of running in the marathon training plan. Up to this point, the running has been pretty easy and I have felt like being "marathon-ready" was just a few steps away. Today, I would say that me completing a marathon is as likely as me being able to balance an elephant on my pinkie finger while running on a treadmill.

We are on a run:walk program that sounds deceptively easy. Each workout, you repeat the system until you get to thirty minutes. We started with a few days of running 1 minute and then walking 2 minutes, repeat. Then we switched to a couple days of 2 minutes run, 1 minute walk. Today was our first day of 3 minutes run, 1 minute walk, repeat. What a difference one minute makes.

They examine that concept in the movie, Sliding Doors, a personal favorite. In the movie, they follow Gwyneth Paltrow through two different lives and the difference between the lives is due to her being a minute late for her train one day. I won't ruin the movie for you, but let's just say the minute leads to her demise ultimately... Today one minute nearly led to my demise also! When we were about a mile and a half from home, I nearly laid down on the concrete and just quit. Now I remember why people groan when the subject of running comes up, it's really hard.

I mentioned to D. that in order to complete the marathon, we would have to repeat today's workout nine times...in a row...without dying. He mentioned that's it a good thing the marathon isn't tomorrow. That said, we are home, I haven't vomited (yet) and tomorrow is a scheduled rest day. For these things I am thankful.