Started Day 1 of the last week of Couch to 5K.  Tonight as I was running along, finishing my first 30 minute run of my entire life and feeling so proud, I caught a glimpse of my shadow.  My very odd shadow.  It was at this point when I realized that what I’d feared all along was, in fact, true.  I look like a wounded bird when I run.  It is so bad that the voices in my head started taunting me.  I spent the last 5 minutes just hearing them chant “run Forrest, run”.

Not good.