Geez. I can't even do that.
Sure, I ran a 10K (6 plus miles) without stopping last September, but my running has been hit and miss since then. With the start of the new year I resolved to get myself back into running at least 3 times a week. So far I've been running on the treadmill while Pandora.com plays in the background.
Run one song. Walk one song. Run one song. Walk. Run. Etc.
Last week I was so proud of myself for "pushing" to running one and a half songs and then walking half or one song. At best that's only 6 or 7 minutes of constant running.
And my mom can run 10?
By no means is my mom decrepit or incapable. It's just...She's my mom. She's
So as I stepped on the treadmill the next day--today--I had one goal in mind.
10 minutes. No. Wait. More than 10 minutes.
25 minutes later...
I stepped off the treadmill sweaty, worked, accomplished.
There really is something to that whole "mind over matter" business. I thought I was barely making it through 5 minutes and that I was working so hard going for a whole long amazing 5 minutes. How on earth did 5 really difficult minutes turn into 25 minutes?
It's not my body that limits me. It's my brain.
I can do anything. I just need to believe I can.
"Whether you think you can or you can't...you're right."
So thank you, Mom, for inspiring me to do better and for pushing me out of my comfort zone! And way to go on running yourself. How 'bout a little half-marathon in September, eh??? Love you!