6 miles

This is one of my most emotional posts to date. I'm not even really sure why I'm so emotional over it, to be honest. But, I am.

Hubs and I went to the gym yesterday and I had a goal of doing 6 miles on the treadmill.

I met my goal. And? In my goal time. The first time around.

When I went into the bathroom to change out of my wet clothes before going into the frigid temps outside, my eyes welled up with tears.

When I went back to hubs, I started tearing up again. He was all smiles and kept saying how proud of me he was, that "you did it!", and the likes.

My heart was racing before we went into the gym. We were sitting in the car and hubs said, "Okay, baby. Are you ready?"

I said no and looked down.

But he said, "You're ready. Look inside yourself. I know you're going to do it."

My Mom had just said the same thing when we dropped M off at my parents house.

I needed the boost of confidence.

And, I did it. I completed six freaking miles.

And I have tears as I write this. Overcome with shock, happiness, excitement.

For being someone that always loathed running, I think I'm doing an okay job at this half marathon training.