I ran a good solid 3.5 miles on Saturday.
Ran 4.2 miles yesterday.
The 4.2 were rough.
I'm not going to say how there were
some steep downhills and steep uphills
or the fact that my IT band was hurting.
I'm just proudly going to say I did it.
Then later last night after the run
when I was cooking dinner I was thinking
about everything that had to do with
leading up to the run.
The biggest thing I came up with is running is a physical
sport. Very physical.
But it takes a mental giant to accomplish the feat.
Granted some people are lucky and can put on
running shoes and run, and run, and run.
Not so much for this lady.
It's a struggle for me.
Yes I have done three half-marathons.
But it still is something I struggle with.
I have to pump myself up mentally.
Vision the course I am going to take.
And tell myself along the way that I am doing
a real good job.
One time a car pulled over because I was yelling
at myself, 'You can do this!'.
I think they thought something was wrong.
Nope. Just yelling encouragement to myself.
And probably yelling loud over the music
blaring in my ears.
The race is in a mear 2 1/2 weeks.
That is freaking close.
I debated while I was running if it was going to
be wise to go through with the race.
The conclusion: why not?
If I walk 10 or 13 miles so what.
I committed to do something
and stuck with it.
Do I wish I was faster?
Oh yes!
Do I wish I was better conditioned?
Oh heavens yes!
But I can't think of anything better than crossing
that finish line and knowing I did something
pretty awesome despite the odds I was against.
Oh the pain and joys of running are so addictive!
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