I think it is fair to say that I NEVER want to get up for a run. Something about staying up as late as I could last night to aid in transitioning to nights today, however, made it extra hard. Knowing I could come him and go back to sleep did not make it any easier or less early. But I made a commitment that every one knows about but more importantly to myself. I have plenty of excuses to get out of this. My knee is killing me and I tweaked my sciatic nerve yesterday. My body is telling me I am getting too old to do this to my body. Too much, too late. But I have paid for this race and made the commitment for myself more than anything. It pushes me beyond what I think I can do which is a life lesson in general as well.
But i also did something else today that pushed everything in me. The spandex shorts I wear under my athletic shorts have seen better days and at this point have become a bit holy. Frankly, I would love to run out and buy another pair, but finding them in the length I want has proven a little difficult and spending money on that right now is not a priority. My running partner always runs in long tights and a shirt and i have a pair of those that I usually wear under shorts but today i got brave. I work the tight pants which hugged every ounce of my imperfect body to run in. I did my best to lay aside any concerns about what others would think if they saw me and I ran. Im still not convinced that it was not gross to look at but it was so nice to not have to retrieve my shorts which ride up my fat thighs the whole time I run. I am not saying this is a permanent change but I took a brave step or maybe leap, outside of my comfort zone.
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| This was, in no way one of our faster runs. We did 5/3 intervals and added a mile as we begin the process of working up to our 13.1 miles by way of long runs. One foot in front of the other, one run at a time. That is success. Not the pace but that I get up every day and push forward. |
I think it is fair to say that I NEVER want to get up for a run. Something about staying up as late as I could last night to aid in transitioning to nights today, however, made it extra hard. Knowing I could come him and go back to sleep did not make it any easier or less early. But I made a commitment that every one knows about but more importantly to myself. I have plenty of excuses to get out of this. My knee is killing me and I tweaked my sciatic nerve yesterday. My body is telling me I am getting too old to do this to my body. Too much, too late. But I have paid for this race and made the commitment for myself more than anything. It pushes me beyond what I think I can do which is a life lesson in general as well.
But i also did something else today that pushed everything in me. The spandex shorts I wear under my athletic shorts have seen better days and at this point have become a bit holy. Frankly, I would love to run out and buy another pair, but finding them in the length I want has proven a little difficult and spending money on that right now is not a priority. My running partner always runs in long tights and a shirt and i have a pair of those that I usually wear under shorts but today i got brave. I work the tight pants which hugged every ounce of my imperfect body to run in. I did my best to lay aside any concerns about what others would think if they saw me and I ran. Im still not convinced that it was not gross to look at but it was so nice to not have to retrieve my shorts which ride up my fat thighs the whole time I run. I am not saying this is a permanent change but I took a brave step or maybe leap, outside of my comfort zone.
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