Yesterday I went on a walk with my mom, as we have been doing the last couple weeks. We usually walk one mile to a park and then turn around and walk the mile back home. Two miles isn’t a ton, but it’s been good for my mom and given me a reason to keep up walking outside even when it’s so cold I’d rather just sit at home and be a big lazy baby. So yesterday despite the biting cold wind blowing in my face and my lack of a proper jacket we went for our normal walk.
We almost quit at the half mile mark cutting the walk in half, but we kept going. By the end of the first mile it warmed up a bit and the cold was less of a problem. As soon as it started warming up and we started approaching the park I decided that I would test out my new running shoes by actually running. I spent about 5 minutes thinking to myself, “You know what? You could run a little. You could probably run a lap! Yeah! You could totally do it! This shoes are awesome!”
Despite my little motivational thinking I didn’t think I could run a lap which is half a mile. I was just trying to psych myself up to run at all since it had been over a month since the last time I even tried to run and that last time was only .5 miles split into tenth mile bursts. So yeah, I wasn’t expecting much of myself despite my motivational talk.
When we hit the park my mom sat down to rest and I started jogging along the path. It was pretty easy at first so I kept going past the point where I had told my mom I would stop. And then I kept going. Around a quarter of a mile my breathing went to crap, but I kept going anyway. I didn’t have music so on the last little stretch I was thinking, “OMG, what can I think about so I don’t have to think about running so I don’t have to stop?” I have no idea what I focused on but I made it around a lap.
It might seem kind of lame to be celebrating a half mile run, when other people I know are out there running so much more than that. But I’ve realized I’m not much of a runner, and I’m only doing it because I want to say I can. I want to finally run a freaking 5k and not die afterwards. I want to finally complete a triathlon, which I think is so cool. I don’t really see myself being someone who runs for fun or runs long distances, but I do want to be able to run 3 miles easily. So being able to jog half a mile is apparently where I am starting and I want to celebrate that because it is better than I thought it would be. It was actually kind of exciting and made me feel good.
Half a mile is progress for me. And now I know I need to go repeat that. And then do it again. And then again. And then build upon that more and more and more until I can run the 3 miles that I want to run. So I’m trying to psych myself up and realize that the progress might be slow, just like my weight loss, but I can do this. I just have to keep working at it… and get an ipod so I can have music when I jog along steadily.
So I know where I’m starting out and where I want to go. I just have to do the work to get there.