Yes. I cried. I felt a failure take over my mind. I didn't want to quit. I want to do this. I seized on that thought. Not, I can do this. Just I WANT to run. Picking up my feet one at a time, I focused on the music again. I moved quickly for a bit, then felt the power drain once again. Instead of feeling defeat this time, I simply allowed myself the break. I let the walk last the distance of one house. One house only and then I ran again. This time, I finished. The bells chimed for my final walking interval. After a five minute cooldown, I was done. I made it through my first run. Barely, but I HAD finished. Giving up, at times, seems the easiest thing to do. I've done it before, I've made all my plans and then decided they were too hard. This time, however, I am going to finish what I start. If I have to take little breaks along the way, if I don't quite make my goals, at least I will finish. And...I will be much further along than if I had never made the goal at all.