But, as in most things, persistence pays off. Over the last seven months, I’ve been gradually increasing my distances and speeds, working my way inch by inch towards the milestone I set so long ago. Along the way, there were periods of frantic progress, and periods of frustrating standstill; but I had that objective in mind, so I kept going back, hitting that treadmill three times a week, cranking the speed up another fraction, shaving another few seconds off my time — until last week, when I finally did it, I finally ran the mile in under eight minutes. (Just to see if I could keep it up, I kept going, and tacked on another half mile on top of that for just over 12 minutes 20 seconds.) And then, today, I did it again. So I can honestly say that I can do it, I can run an eight-minute mile. It hurts like hell, but I can do it.
I’ve been trying to run regularly (hell I even BOUGHT a treadmill at the beginning of the summer) and haven’t made it past twice a week yet so I think this is quite an accomplishment.
I’m one of those people that can only run on a treadmill for excercise. I need the feedback of seeing the miles and minutes tick off plus I have an easier time of keeping a pace than when I try to run outside. I am going to try to get back and pass my best running speed which was 3 miles in 30 minutes. This should be a challenge since I’m not sure my treadmill is calibrated correctly and is actually reporting slower speeds than I’m use to running.