One mile!

I ran one mile! Or, jogged as fast as I could. Or plodded, rather. 200 pounds is hard to get moving fast.

The hardest part was the first quarter mile, for two reasons. I didn't have the momentum on the first quarter mile that I had the last quarter mile. The second reason? Just as I started running, there were two very fit, good-looking people strolling ahead of me. I kept thinking to myself, great, now they're going to laugh at me, my butt is jiggling all over the place, I bet my face is already beet red, and other undermining thoughts. Then I thought to myself, I'm an adult! Who cares what other people think??? I'm doing this for myself, and I should be commended for exercising, even though I may not be pretty while doing it. So I persevered and they started running, and they never saw my flopping fat. Problem solved in two ways, by reframing my negative thoughts and they left anyone.

So, first mile completed.