I have issues. Issues unlike the time Danny came into my room with no idea what hat to wear and forced me to decide…but issues that are REALLY just as ridiculous.
Tonight I set out on a run with my favorite VB/Jersey girl Alyssa. My legs were tired, and the run was tough..but I REALLY enjoyed it. Long runs are 10x better when you’re chatting away and forget that you’ve been trucking along for over an hour.
The final results for me: an 8.25 mile run. Here’s where the issues come in to play. Post run I felt disappointed in myself that I didn’t run ten. Eight seemed measly..like nothing at all, not good enough…not noteworthy. Just..eight.
I’m seriously jaded. I get so caught up in pressuring myself to go further, faster, and harder. Sometimes I need to get up into a crow pose and think about the fact that an eight mile run..or even a MILE run is something to be proud of. I’m moving, and I’m feelin’ good.
I thought hard about the first time I set out for a run when I knew it was something I wanted to get serious about. My first training run for my first EVER 5k in March of 2010. My brother came along: we ran about a mile and a half and I came home feeling like a CHAMP.
Remembering how difficult that 1.5 mile run was… and how genuinely proud of myself post workout is enough to remind myself that an 8.25 mile run.. IS noteworthy. The amount my endurance has improved (as well as my overall happiness) in one year.. 😀 GREAT. Sometimes ya gotta let yourself bask in the glory, rather than kicking yourself in the tush.