It just hit me as I was posting my new PR and SF Half Marathon stats up on my bulletin board (for some daily inspiration) that I’ve been at this now for about a year. I decided approximately a year ago that I was done.
I was done pretending that I was still 21 years old. I was done thinking that I was invincible. I was done convincing myself that I could treat my body any ole sort of way and not have to pay the consequences. I was done sleeping eight hours every night but being tired all day long. I was done eating fake food with ingredient lists that I can’t even pronounce. I was done investing in things and people I don’t believe in. I was done going through the motions without question. I woke up.
I’m not sure why I decided to start running specifically. Probably because I’m extremely competitive and my Little Brother told me that he wanted to run a half marathon. That sounded like a really good idea (don’t tell him I said that ;)). I played soccer growing up, I’ve always like running, maybe I could try to run one too.
It started slow. I had a daily goal of just getting up to do something: yoga, walk, dance around in my socks on the hardwood floors. It’s manifested into the passion you can see now. It’s an amazing feeling to really work hard towards a goal that you are skeptical you can even accomplish, and then to do it. And then do it again. And then do it again, within just TWO minutes of breaking 2 hours!
…it sort of makes you feel like you can do anything.
(Wow, blogging is like therapy ;))