Learning to appreciate my body

So, today I whipped Week 2 of C25K.  

I got through it every time last week, but it was a haul and I was knackered by the end.

But today, it was mine.
I owned it.

I kicked its ass.

At a pace of 3.4/4.7 mph instead of the 3.3/4.3 I'd been doing.  

Not a HUGE change, but significant enough.

Which was surprising after having not been to the gym in 4 days
(didn't make it in time before it closed yesterday)
and feeling pretty blah and stiff the last 3.  

Also in the last 3-4 days, I've been in a funky mood and didn't know why.

Now I do.

My body and my emotions are now used to the release of exercise. 

 As soon as I got on the treadmill today, I felt my body say only what can be described as "C'mon, let's go!"  

And so we went.

And after running, I biked 3 miles.

And after that I did weights where, among other things,
I leg-pressed 50kg (110 lbs) for 3 sets of 20.

And it was pretty easy.  

So next time, I'll put it up to 55kg (121 lbs).

I'm getting stronger.  I'm getting faster.

My body doesn't cooperate in some ways, but it excels and surprises me in others.  

My endurance is building.  I'm running more than I ever have before. 

And here's the kicker:

I enjoy it.

I'm the girl that hated being hot and sweaty and avoided it at all costs.  

I hated exerting myself for exertion's sake because I always felt weak, fat, and useless at how little I could do compared to others and whatever standards I had set up for myself.

But I'm strong.
I'm getting toned.
I can go further and longer than I could 12 weeks ago.
Hell, I can further and longer than I did last week.

Today, Fit Jayme triumphed.