I ran for 5 consecutive minutes during my time on the treadmill today.
My breathing was heavy. My heart was racing, but it did not feel like it was trying to burst out of my chest. I felt strong. I felt fitter.
It was glorious!
I cannot wait until I start the Couch To 5K next month. I can do this running thing that all the weird people do in all sorts of weather that I have never understood. I'm going to be weird too. I mean I am already weird, but this adds another layer to all the weird I've got going on.
Update: Okay, so this working out before going to work is a whole lot better than waiting until I get home. Now I can be spud like and watch Biggest Loser without feeling all guilty I haven't exercised.