The fourth minute

Its been a couple weeks since I hit the gym. Hopefully, this time around I'll stick to it. Its been good so far, with a few minor cheating spells *grins*. The weight is coming off slowly, but most importantly, I'm feeling stronger.

I work eight hours, and although its nothing great (considering its a campus job), I still have to run around a lot and it makes me tired by the end of the day. Yesterday was one such day. I went home and crashed. I was so exhausted, I didn't want to move a finger. And I slept. Woke up at 8pm. It was late, but I decided to head to the gym. Hadn't been to the gym for the past two days. I thought I'll walk, and not run, because I was already tired. Something, is better than nothing - I was thinking.

And then I turned on my dear old faithful mp3 player, and ran. Today, for the first time in a long, long while, I ran continuously until the fourth minute. And it didn't make me tired. I remember the moment of surprise, when I expected my body to get tired, calf muscles tightening and about to give up. But it just didn't happen at 2min30s. It was such a rush - literally and figuratively!

*Music - Fleetwood Mac*

After a good 2 hour workout, I came home, and crashed. This time, tired - but ecstatic.