Started running early June to get ready for a hunt and could hardly run a couple minutes without walking. Hated every second of it. Kept running and putting one foot in front of the other, even on days I didn't want to. Somewhere along the way Ive learned to embrace the hard, and have begun to crave the difficulty. Last week I ran 7.5 miles without stopping.
Just signed up for my first race with my girlfriend (San Antonio Wurst 5k), and may end up training for a half soon.
TL;DR: I couldn't run far and still can't but can run further than I could.
