Alright… who’s the wise guy that put weights in my shoes?
And, for the love of god, I ran in a circle… how is it possible that my entire route was uphill?!?
So, it’s day 2 of my marathon training and I decided to stick with a one mile run. I did, however, change routes (wouldn’t want to get bored this early in the training process) and I’m quite certain that today’s one mile route is much longer than yesterday’s. No, no… really. Okay, not really. But I’ve somehow managed to run slower this time around and, while I’m still not particularly disappointed in that fact, I will admit that I did have higher expectations. I suppose what I needed more than anything was a reality check, so at least I can say I was successful in that department. There was no doubt that I needed to be reminded just how long this project of mine is going to take. I figure, at this rate, I just might finish that marathon by the time my son graduates from college. Perfect!
I’m sad to say, however, that I wasn’t filled with nearly as much optimism this time around. I struggled with the idea of the long road ahead (literally and figuratively, of course). I couldn’t help but think about how long this goal was going to take me to reach. I mean, really? A whole year? On one goal? I had to keep telling myself that, come next year, I’ve got two options… I could give up and simply be one year older and nowhere close to my dream, or I could be succeeding at something I’d really set my mind to. The difference is how I spent the next twelve months. Sure, sitting on the coach with a cold frosty beverage sounds more appealing at the moment, but that’s what I was doing last year and it hasn’t gotten me anywhere exciting. The time has come to fill my days with something slightly more productive.
Helping to inspire me in this dream is the fact that my husband will shortly be going back to school to fulfill a dream of his own… getting his masters degree. I can’t even imagine choosing to go back to school at this point and I’m so excited for him to get started. And, with the program taking two years to complete, I figure I should reach my goal before he reaches his, which gives me extra incentive to work hard… not that I’m at all competitive! :)
So, with my shoes irritating my already blistered feet, I trudge on, determined to get the most out of my run. My trusty cell phone tells me I’ve finished this mile in 11 minutes and, even though I’m out of breath, I tell myself that I’ve done well today and, after a day off tomorrow, I plan to attempt a mile and a half on Friday. Oddly enough, even though I’ve struggled through today’s run, there’s not a doubt in my mind that I can handle more. For now, it’s time to stuff my face with pizza as my reward for a job well done. The running starts now… the balanced diet comes later.
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