The Small Things...
Saturday, November 10, 2012
When I sit back and think about my goals and the goals I've already accomplished, one thing rings clear for me that I never thought about before this journey of mine came along. The goals I have for myself will never be reached without the help of smaller goals that will lead up to the final goal. I used to just think of my goals as an isolated "thing" out there that one day I would be able to touch, or say I did. I never thought about the journey I would need to take to get me to that final moment of knowing I was now done.
I look at my running and see a journey that is almost soap opera-ish at times. My goal for my running right now is to get a 5k PR that I am satisfied with. By no means is that time right now and that's due to the journey I am on to get to that timing. It's a journey filled with injuries which are all my own fault. End.of.story. You simply can't make your body do something it just can't do without first training it to do it....go figure ;) Thus the injuries.
Then there are the interrupted runs from text messages, instant messages, teenage son calling wondering where I am and what's for dinner, snakes in the road (I live in the desert) which actually make me run faster but scare me A LOT, my Nike Plus ap mysteriously stops working right in the middle of a run, young boys who think it's cute to whistle at the 43 year old woman old enough to be their mother running by sweating and panting like a dog, times where I think I've just hit a PR and the stopwatch doesn't agree. I could go on with these experiences that are all part of my journey and I love that I can go on if I wanted to. This journey to my current running goal are making the goal so worth it.
I look back at my weight loss goal and see the journey I took on that. That journey was filled with behavior changes. Those hard, sometimes self-defeating issues that I had to deal with before any weight would budge off of me were some of the most painful, yet wonderful times in my life. I learned a new behavior of having to say "no" sometimes. That is a hard one, but it was possible for me to do. I simply had to acknowledge the fact that my goal of weight loss was worth more than what the taco had to offer. It took a long time and many failures at saying no for me to realize that the taco really wasn't worth putting my goal off. Once I started losing small amounts of weight, the lightbulb started going on and the realization that my goal was actually very important to me is what helped me along to being strong against the unhealthy food that was part of my life before I decided to change.
For me, it's the small things that have made my journey fun, even when I'm hurt. It's an experience and to be able to have an experience means I'm going to be able to take it and find some value in it. And that is solely up to me to do. No one can give that to me, which makes it all the more valuable.