I was worried that I would get shin splints. Which I didn't.
I was worried that I would look like a fool. Which I may have, but I saw another woman in about the same shape as me running on the opposite side of the road. We smiled and waved to one another. That made me feel good.
I was worried that my lungs would explode. Which of course they didn't. I actually felt good.
I was worried that I wouldn't be able to keep my pace up at all. I was rusty, but did much better than I would have expected. I ran for three good bursts at a 9 minute mile. Not bad for me!
Almost 3 miles...nearly 45 minutes. Not bad at all.
I felt GREAT afterward. I really wish I could bottle up that feeling and take a swig as I tie my sneakers to head out. I would run every day.
For now, I will let my body rest and try again Saturday morning.