Three months ago I allowed myself to slowly acclimate to a new lifestyle which included running. Personally, I have never been too fond of allowing myself to grow into anything. Instead, I crave immediate satisfaction, something that has stifled personal growth.
The first time I ran three miles was while visiting my grandparents this summer. (Throw back Sunday! Click me!)
I felt the same pride that I felt after getting my ass to the boardwalk for the first time. I allowed myself to go slowly, and I recognized that if I was going to make this a lifestyle choice I had to let time take over.
I ran three miles for the first time in 35 minutes. The time actually didn’t matter at all- I rushed back to my grandparents to tell my grandfather, I’m proud of you kid.
That’s been a driving force for me in a lot of ways. When I can’t get myself out the door, there is my grandpa in the back of my head, I’m proud of you.
But the truth is, following that day I have avoided running 3 miles- it’s hard!
I found it difficult to be inspired to run more than 2 miles- until this week. As John and I have made the transfer to the gym world, he has been killing it. Truth be told, I’m
slightly competitive. If he can do it, I can do it. And if all of you wonderful bloggers I follow can do it, I can do it. And then I thought to myself- no, no, no, if I can do it, I can do it. I can do it- if there is one thing I’ve learned, running is all mental.
Tuesday- two miles
Thursday- three miles
Friday- three miles
Saturday- three miles
Sunday- three miles
I can now clearly say from the time that I’ve started running- I have made progress.
So thank you, thank you, to all of you inspiring people. And you know who you are, but so many of you keep me motivated, and it’s you that don’t allow me to stop. And I feel pumped. Because I know I’m not done yet, I feel like it’s all getting started.