The dreaded mile........

I am on my second round of bootcamp (which will end on Friday:(  ) and every Friday we start our class by running the mile and being timed on it as well.  I started the first Friday with a time of 11:41, thinking I was going to die.  The second Friday I beat my time by 1 minute and 1 second giving me a time of 10:40.  I was happy!  The third Friday my time was 10:25.  I was dead set that last Friday night I was going for 10 minutes.  It was going to be hard, but I was determined.  My knees were killing me and so was my right foot.  We headed out of class to run and they all cheered my on knowing I wanted that 10 minutes.  We set out all together and as usual I fell behind EVERYONE else.  I kept on running (jogging) through my heavy breathing, thank god for my earphones and my mp3 player blasting Brokenhearted by Karmin.  As I was rounding the last 2 blocks I could hear my class shouting at me to run, run, run, I was going to beat my time.  I am pretty sure I looked like a school kid learning how to run with my arms flailing back and forth and my legs on fire, but sure enough I crossed that finish line.......my time............  9:45!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  I did it and I am so proud of myself!!!!!!!  I have this Friday left and I am hoping that I can make 9 minutes, it's unrealistic I know, but it's a new goal!!!!!!!!!
P.S.   I STILL HATE RUNNING...........