*toot* goes my own horn.

So, now that I am all awesome and not paying attention to watching the stop watch as much on my runs I am noticing all sorts of things. Like the pavement that has every tenth of a mile marked with spray paint. And you know what? I ran two and half miles tonight! Now, to some, that may not sound like a whole lot, but to someone who has spent most of her life telling herself she is weak, that is fucking awesome! I had no idea I was running that much. Upon returning home my mom asked how it went because I didn't look winded at all like I usually do.

Go. ME.