I did it!

Well, sort of...

Okay, almost.

Practically...

Okay, maybe half of it.

No amount of motivational thinking ("RUN, fat ass, RUN!") could keep me running the whole way. I just plain old got tired. The humidity really got to me and I had to walk 3 times. BUT, I am really really proud to say that I did NOT take a short cut (oh bridge, how you tempted me...) and I finished running at my best speed.

I am also proud that even though I was dog-tired, I was not totally out of breath. Now that may sound strange, like, if you weren't out of breath, obviously you could've kept running. But my thinking is that I was not out of breath too badly because, oh my god, maybe I'm actually getting into shape!!! This is amazing in itself because even when I was swimming 40 laps 3 times a week, other forms of exercise (like the extremely strenuous Walking Up Stairs event) used to make me get out of breath.

So I'm calling this a SUCCESS.