In my heart I am ready to run. I mean really run. Like for longer than 30 minutes. Much longer.
Buuuuuut, my head is actually screwed on straight (for once) and I am taking my time. I am doing my run/walk intervals. I am relaxed. My posture is as good as a ballerina’s (ahem, yeah right, ahem). I am wearing my orthotics. My feet feel great. My shins don’t hurt. My pace is good.