Well, not really but that's the visual I give myself when tackling my running goals.
Today, I set a goal of running for a mile and I DID IT!! However, there were no arms up in triumph, it was more like gasping for air like a 20 year smoker with asthma. But I did it, burning lungs and all.
I'm finding that this running thing is a test psychologically as well as physically. I find that I really have to psych myself up to get through it.
At times, I'm shouting, "DON'T STOP!!" when I feel I can't go anymore. Like seriously, who does that? I must look/sound like a crazy person.
Tomorrow, I will try my hand at running on sand, if it doesn't rain.
I know my legs hate me already.