But I didn't...

I wanted to quit before I started.

But I didn't.

I wanted to quit when I got delayed until after 9pm due to a long birthday call to my MIL.

I wanted to quit.

But I didn't.

I wanted to quit when I got to the gym and the TV couldn't get a signal.

I wanted to quit.

But I didn't.

I wanted to quit when halfway through a Couch to 5k week 1 workout my knees reminded that I shouldn't be running just yet.

I wanted to quit.

But I didn't.

I wanted to quit when two hot hispanic women came in, glared at me on one of the two working treadmills, insulted me in spanish (at least in parts that I could understand), and left.

I wanted to quit.

But I didn't.

I wanted to quit the third time the creepy looking guy passed with the shopping cart.

I wanted to quit.

But I didn't.

I wanted to quit when the two hispanic women came back, glared at me some more, stole a few free weights and left again. (I presume they were bringing them back and just using them in their apartment).

I wanted to quit.

But I didn't.

I wanted to quit up until the very moment I finished.

37 minutes, 1.87 miles

I wanted to quit.

But I didn't.

And I won't.