Thursday, November 10, 2011
This morning, it seemed like a hundred things were blocking me from getting to my run. First, I woke up and couldn't find the warm up pants I wanted to wear. My son had a doctor's appointment, and I'm not a big fan of going in to any business in my tights and jogging shorts. I finally decided I would run in a pair of yoga pants I have, even though they were a little short when paired with my running shoes. My ankles were showing and they looked like the biggest fashion faux pas ever when paired with a tech shirt. But they were warm, and I was just running in my neighborhood, so, I thought, "Oh well," pulled on a jacket, and gathered up my morning crew to take to school.
After dropping the carpool off at school, I headed to the gas station. Only, I realized, I wouldn't be getting petro because I had left my purse at home. AND my low fuel light was on. Thankfully, I have a mom who lives nearby and could rescue me. Yes, I'm thirty years old and my mom still has to rescue me on occassion.
Anyways, we made it to the doctor's, where I learned my son has a possible lactose intolerance. He has to avoid all dairy products for a week. Considering we practically live off of pizza and queso, this is going to be nearly impossible. My son almost started crying as he listed all the foods he couldn't eat. I bought him a cheese-less Subway sandwich and took him back to school.
At this point, I really didn't feel like running. I knew I needed to run - the WDW Half is only a few weeks away! But I was already exhausted.
There's a park that's right by my kids' school, and since I just needed to put in a thirty minute easy run, I decided to head over there. I pulled in my typical parking spot, spent about five minutes playing with my phone and convincing myself to run, and opened my door to begin warming up.
As I headed down the ramp to the trail, the cold hit my whole body. Yes, I know I live in Georgia and that it's not actually THAT cold, but it was cold enough, especially since I had not stopped for a potty break since my morning got started. I was freezing and needing to pee, and all of the bathroom doors were locked. Not ideal at all. Back to the car I went.
Driving away, I first headed back home. "That's not the way," a voice in my head told me, and somehow I ended up at the gym, where I immediately ran to the bathroom. I followed this up with three miles on the treadmill, even though I'm sure some of the more perfect types were gasping at my outfit as I was hoofing it. No, ladies, it is not what I would wear to the gym. Or anywhere, really, except maybe my neighborhood, which is where I'd planned on running in the first place. Please just GET OVER IT. Thanks!
It's so easy to get distracted, to get off course of my goal, but if I want it enough, nothing can stand in my way. Today definitely did not go as plan, but I'm proud of myself for getting my miles in. And afterward, I felt awesome. My easy run was definitely an "easy run," which was nice. I can't wait for my next one.
I feel like there's a bigger metaphor in this adventure. I've got some major goals that I want to accomplish. My whole life, I've wanted to write a book. I keep putting it off, finding distractions, but if it's what I really want, I need to clear the path.
When I got home, I pulled out an outline I wrote for a book concept. It's been sitting on my floor, gathering dust, for about four years. It's not perfect, but I was surprised how good it actually is. I think I'm going to go back to it, to flesh it out. I know it's a big goal and a lot of times I feel like I will never be able to achieve it, but I have to remember I didn't just run 13.1 miles the first time I started running either. I had to put in work, training almost every day. It took sacrifices and concentration and, maybe even more importantly, determination. I really need to have faith that I can do this if I put in the time and effort.
I'm not sure I have that much faith in myself, yet, but it's building. Even more, my desire is building. I want to do something bigger than myself, to use my talents, even if it is just to entertain others. Maybe I don't have the self esteem I need or the time management or something, but I'm getting there, I am.
Someday, I know I'm going to cross that finish line as well.
On a side note: I hate - HATE - the treadmill, but I found a podcast that kept me distracted. The BE OUR GUEST WDW Podcast helped make my time fly by. If anyone is planning a trip to Disney, the website has all kinds of great info. But for me, listening to the group talking about the most magical place on earth made my 30 minutes feel like three. Check it out if you get time!