From that day on, if I was going somewhere, I was running

I ran today for the first time in, well, I have no idea. I vaguely recall running along the lakefront last summer, meaning, well, it may or may not have happened. In short - I haven't run in a really, really long time. I was actually going to start running tomorrow, but I woke up this morning after a good night's sleep feeling motivated.

I did have one setback- I couldn't get my Nike+ to activate. I'm sure there's nothing wrong with it and I'm just being technologically challenged as usual. That said - I had to gauge how far I was running using my own intuition, which usually isn't super trustworthy. But, I would say I jogged/walked about a mile. It was difficult. When I got home, I kept thinking to myself, "A year from now, I am going to do 26 of those in a row." Wow.

I have realized this is going to be a battle of mind over matter. I am physically capable of running, but mentally is going to be a different story. My inner voice is so good at making up excuses and telling me I can't do it, and constantly questioning why I'm even doing this in the first place. That in itself is the biggest reason to accomplish my goal. It's time I tell the inner voice to go screw itself and actually follow through with something I want to do.