When I was on the treadmill last night I was reminiscing about my first time on the treadmill. It was 13 days ago. Not 130 days, not 13 weeks but 13 days.
That first day I hopped on and walked my little heart out. I did not want to push to hard the first week (no pulled muscles or heart attacks) so I walked at a good pace but not super fast. I walked at 3 - 3.4 mph. that first day. I walked .75 miles and it took 15 minutes. It felt good. A brisk walk was a good way to start.
I remember this vividly because my oldest is in the Navy. Now, I love her to pieces and I say this with love. She is an intellectual. She is not my athletic child. She played sports and she is somewhat coordinated but she is busty and running has never been her thing. She tries and she works hard, but it is not easy for her. The Navy requires females (age 20) to run a mile and a half in 14 minutes and 30 seconds. I looked at the treadmill and saw 15 minutes(ish) and I only went half the distance she runs. Wow. I am not dissing what I accomplished I am merely reflecting.
A couple of days ago there was a guy in his 30's running on the treadmill. I mean running. Sweating like a...well I am not sure but something that sweats a lot. Sweating like a glass of ice water on a hot summer day. Yeah like that. I casually glanced at his numbers on the read out and he is going 6 mph. I kept thinking about how fast that was. I could do that for maybe three minutes. Hey, I said maybe. I put it together. I needed the visual of seeing how fast he was running to understand how fast she runs for 14 minutes and 30 seconds.
I have a new respect for her and the hard work she has put in. Grant it, she has been in the Navy for 2 years and therefore has much more exercise under her belt than my 13 days and she is half my age but still, very impressive. Good job baby girl I am proud of you.
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