Losing Ground

For those of you keeping track at home, I hit my first marker for running. I made it to the end of the street (twice). That's right. I can now run all the way down my street (uphill - slightly). My chest and throat are burning, but I make it. My next goal is to make it up the street and around the corner. Feel the burn. Pain is failure leaving the body. I hate pain. But I hate being out of shape more. At this rate I will be able to run a mile by the time I am forty.