I often ask myself, “How did you get yourself into this?”
I’m talking about running. I’ve never really been the athletic or outdoorsy type so why am I outside at 6:00 am running?
It started the day that I forgot to add an incline to my treadmill workout and discovered that I could run for longer than 5 minutes. I continued to push myself until I was running three miles. I was so proud of myself. Bragging and whatnot.
Then someone had the bright idea that I could run a 5k. I believed that someone and here we are.
Last night while talking to my best friend, a marathon runner, he mentioned that he loves running. I told him that I did not love it, in fact, I hate it. I want to get to the point where I love it. But right now, I hate it. It’s beating me and that’s why I hate it.
Why do I do it? Well, that’s easy … I set a goal for myself and I cannot quit until I reach that goal. I will not let the numbers on a clock defeat me. It’s like the number “35” is mocking me and I won’t let it win.
I’m sure I sound like a nut.
I’m spending hours searching the internet for tips and techniques to increase my speed. Bottom line: I need to run faster. There are no shortcuts (LeBron). I have to do the work, put in the time, suffer through the sweat and soreness and do the damn thing. I’m reading all these blogs written by these totally awesome women who LOVE running and are accomplishing great things. They inspire me so much. I want to be part of that group. All these chicks are several years younger than me, but so what? I may be a late starter but for me, it’s not about how you start it’s about how you finish and I plan to finish strong.