When I bought a treadmill a few weeks ago, my goal was to be able to get back to being able to run 3 miles without wanting to keel over and die.
Being this year I'll edge into my late 30's, I'm nowhere near as in shape as when I was 19 and in the Marines. Back in those days, a 3 mile run was nothing but an annoyance. Now? It's the closest thing to a near death experience as I can get without going over the actual, retail price.
Last night, though, I hit 1.5 miles and still had plenty left in me. So, I went for two. I may have had a little more in me, but my legs today are telling me I stopped at the right time as they are complaining something fierce. They don't hurt, they're just achy. It's uncomfortable to just sit here in a chair.
All of this has me happy. I'm not as in bad of shape as I thought although there's a long way to go before I can say I'm 'in shape' (pear-like is a shape, isn't it?). I'm feeling better already and even have a little more energy to boot.