On the run

The past 2 days, I ran on the treadmill. 5 mins to warm up, 15 mins jog and another 5 to 10 mins cool down.

By the 5 mins on the run, I could feel my legs wobbly and I told myself I just couldn't make it and to abort the run idea. But another part of my brain tells me to keep on running, that I can do it and do not give up.

I listened to that part of the brain and persisted. When the body reaches its momentum, somehow it is easier to keep it up.

Yeah! I made it for 2 days in a row. Covered about 2+ km each run and it felt good with sweat running down the face, instead of tears.

Though it's nothing much comparatively, but I dare not push myself too hard since I hadn't been running for a long long while. I kept imagining I would roll down from the moving conveyor and create an ugly scene in the gym. Not a pretty good sight, ain't it?

Hope to shed some stubborn fat away, but I guess, I shall hope more that I would keep it going.