Today was officially Day 4 of what I now term, Project: Nello Runs.
I walked for 30 minutes straight, which translated into a little over a mile.
I really do love the walking days… and I do hope that I somehow grow to love the running days. Because right now, I do not love them. I don’t dread them either, but I feel the dread coming.

Yesterday was a run/walk day and boy was it a day. I was sore to begin with and I hate being sore because I’m a bit of a baby/complainer that way. About five minutes into my run/walk the BURN began in earnest and it really did not let up at.all. Once again, however, the BURN was not to a degree that would cause me to quit altogether, but it was worse than my previous run/walk session. About ten minutes before my run/walk was scheduled to end the BURN had been so persistent for ever-so-much longer than I liked, that tears were beginning to brim. I quickly felt like a wimp which made the tears spill over. Not.cool. This made me really pissed off which made the tears stop. Such a complicated being I am… No wonder the husband often looks at me with a confused look on his face.

Anyway. I don’t think I’ve ever watched a clock so vigiliantly as I did for those last ten minutes. I wanted nothing more than to take my shoe off and elevate my angry foot. I learned really fast (it probably took me two minutes) not to watch that clock. It was like watching water boil. So I tried my hardest to concentrate on the songs playing on my playlist and I thanked the heavens above for my new iPod and for the husband who just gave me the new iPod for Christmas. The last minute of the run/walk was soooo painful I almost hit the “stop” button early on the Mill. But my OCD kicked in and gave me a “no-way-in-hell” lecture and I stuck it out. I got off the Mill, overcame that weird after-treadmill-experience-feeling as fast I possibly could, walked into my apartment, fell onto the first carpeted surface I could find and started crying while gingerly taking off my right shoe as quickly as could. Then I had to take my stupid sock off which was even more painful than taking off my shoe was. Once the stupid sock was off I was able to see just how angry my foot actually was at me. It was swollen and looked like it had been dipped in red Kool-aid. Well… at least it wasn’t totally purple. By the time I went to school an hour later, the color was back to what it always looks like and the swelling had gone down a little. By the next morning the swelling was completely gone and the color still looked the way it always does.

So. I run/walk again tomorrow and I am hoping for a better day. And if not better, then at least not worse. I seriously, SERIOUSLY want to see this thing through, people. I would do so much to make sure that this works. I know so many people would just tell me to just run through it. But it’s not really a matter of just running through the BURN and being tough about it. If the BURN keeps me up at night, if the BURN is persistently BADBADBAD, or if the BURN makes it so I can’t walk anymore, then the jig is up….
But.
I am hoping this doesn’t happen.
I’m betting the freaking FARM this doesn’t happen.
No.
This WON’T happen.

It.Just.Won’t.
Oh.
It just can’t.

A HUGE thanks to all those who commented (and those who called me) and are cheering me on.
It means a lot to me to know that I have support from my blog friends, regular friends, my family, and, of course, the one who started it all, my husband.
I know I just started this whole adventure, but I already feel a change mentally and it feels good.