This week has been quite hectic. During the last few days, I have being working on the proposal intensively (but not very productive). I also skipped daily exercise because of this proposal writing. I am feeling anxious about my weight and my physical fitness, kind of compulsively.

This evening, I went to gym and ran 10 miles on a treadmill. It was exhaustive. I did not intend to run that far when I stepped on the machine, but somehow I got carried away and kept running and running till I reached 10 miles. It took me 110 minutes to finish this distance. Not very impressive.

I had never run this far. In fact, I was a sluggish person and hated all forms of exercise. Now I am a runner though in some real runners’ eyes, I am just a machine guy. People say that running on the machine is different from running on the ground. Usually 10 miles on machine is not equivalent to running 10 miles on the ground.

To me, however, 10 miles is 10 miles. I have run 10 miles. That is something. Even if I may still not able to run 10 miles on the ground, at least I can run 8 miles, still a big deal to me.

Furthermore, one really comforting thing is that I was running for almost 2 hours without a stop. My heart worked just great. I am proud of myself.