This sounds like a brag, but it's really not.
My body is amazing.
I mean, I took this perfectly healthy body and used it for all these years to sit in a chair and read books or type on a keyboard. And it adapted perfectly to the sedentary lifestyle, becoming lumpy and dumpy and frumpy.
Now after decades of that, I'm asking it to move, to run and huff and puff and keep the pace for half an hour. (Or rather, 28 minutes as of this week.) And it's doing that too. I'm amazed that it's been able to adapt to the new demands I'm putting onto it -- and that it feels good afterwards. How much farther could it go if I asked?
Week 8 of the couch to 5k.