Running is a strange thing, for me, anyway.  I'm going on a two-day-on-one-day-off running schedule to prepare me for this 3.5 miler on July 31.  It's tough for a non-runner but it is also satisfying.  During all of my runs it was NEVER enjoyable - it was always a struggle - but after finishing the run, I feel great.  So great that I can't wait for my next run.

Like one time I was aiming for a 1.5  mile run.  Before I started my first step I thought I would be able to do a solid run.  Not even halfway through it though, I start having doubts.  What's this I hear about a runner's high?  Oh please, if such a thing really exists, I need it now!  But it doesn't happen.  Second wind?  nope.  It's like my mind splits into two and one of them says "stop right now or you're going to kill yourself" the other says "just a little further, just a little further..."

A runner friend said that it took him three months before he broke through that struggle mode, after which, he could run four miles in good stride.  Now, he has even completed an ultra-long (50 mile) marathon and has qualified for this year's New York City Marathon.  It has been done.  He did it.  I hope that I can too one day.

I do improve with my every run, albeit small and incremental as they are.  When I started I couldn't finish a mile without walking parts of it and gasping for air when I'm done.  Now I have postponed my gasping to the 2-mile mark.

I'm still psyched about running and I wish this crazy hot/humid then suddenly rainy/blustery weather would let up here in Long Island so I can run out there again and try for just a little further.