I literally cannot remember a time in my life when I ever walked 3 miles in one go - not even in college when I was on my feet all the time. The most I ever knew I had done was 2 miles. I finished tonight, still feeling pretty good, and rested and stretched for a couple minutes on the benches, and then the enormity of what I'd completed hit me. I almost felt like crying with surprise and joy at having done it. I'm especially amazed because I have missed most of my workouts for the last 5 weeks, and I've been feeling it.
I keep holding on to a goal of hiking about 7 miles in a state park (marked trails) with a camera in the spring some year. I've been wanting that for the last three years or so, but my physical condition was nowhere near being able to do it. I think, this time, it actually will be.
I wish I were losing weight faster, but at least I'm getting strong. It's something.