I’ve been pretty lazy lately, I’ll admit it. I’m not proud of it. I think everyone goes through that at some points though. You are fired up about training for a race (or whatever), and you run run run and you’re doing really well and then- boom. Life happens and for whatever reason, you go on hiatus. In my case, it was cupcakes. Yeah, shocker. Well, it was more than cupcakes, actually. I had a million excuses, which I have talked about in previous posts and have been recycling a lot lately. Truth be told, I just simply didn’t feel like it. There. I said it. (Sorry, Jess.)
But, I went last night with Jessica and her friend Rachel. They kind of kicked my butt. I was in “last place” for most of the run. It didn’t bother me, though. I was running, and that was more than I had done since the Chapa 5k a couple of weeks ago. Due to my lack of motivation, I asked Jessica if we could only do 3, and she agreed but said we would be working on increasing my pace. Fine with me. I’m running a 5k next weekend and want to finish it in 30 minutes. I’m full of goals.
We started at 8:11 and I was bent on running it in 30 minutes. When we rounded the corner of mile 2, we had about 8 minutes (or something) left and I remember thinking, Well, there goes my goal of 30 minutes. (I said I was full of goals. I never said I was an optimist.) The last leg is kind of a big hill, and I always struggle with it at the end, so I wasn’t feeling particularly “glass-half-full.” However, when we reached the top and we only had a couple of blocks left, I looked at my clock and saw that it was only 8:39. I could make my goal! I practically sprinted (well, with whatever I had left in me) back to the “finish line” (Jessica’s house). When I looked at my clock as I stopped, it had just turned 8:41. I did it!
I couldn’t breathe or walk or see straight.
But I reached my goal!
I have the same goal of 30 minutes for the Chuy’s 5k next weekend. I’m determined. If I can do it, that means that I will have improved my time by 15 minutes in less than a year! But if I don’t, I won’t be too disappointed. I am still running, after all. And I haven’t given up (and I won’t). I just keep reminding myself of this: