Wednesday, March 19, 2014
So I signed up for this 5K because it's something I really want to do. I really want this. But the reality is that I've never run more than a quarter of a mile at a stretch. My husband asked me if we wasted a forty dollar entrance fee. I know I can walk a five K in less than an hour so if I had to walk it I would. Then I decided Sunday that I would jog in place in the living room for an hour. I did that, knowing that if I could do that, I could propel myself forward for an hour. So I went to the track last night. I decided I would do 12 laps--not a bit short and I wouldn't let myself stop running. After one lap, I said if I could do one then I could do two. So I kept going. On my third lap, I was ecstatic that I was on my way to doing a mile. On my fifth lap, if I could do a mile, surely two more laps.As I began my seventh lap, I realized that I just had to repeat what I just did, but I was getting really tired and my legs were heavy. So I just put my focus on the one lap. I thought about all the things I've done over my life. If I could do that, I could do this. Sure I was younger then but I still have that crazy determination that I was born with. As I finished two miles, I knew it would be crazy to stop. If I stopped then I would have to start over fighting this same battle another day and that was unacceptable to me. The last three laps were a blur: I was getting weak and tired but I kept on. I finished twelve laps, 3 miles in all and then walked a thirteenth lap to cool down before stretching out. I was grinning so huge, my face felt like it would break. People at the track stopped me to ask how many laps I did and how I kept going. I am proud that I didn't quit and now I know I can run my 5K and have fun! I'll probably be the slowest runner there but that doesn't matter because I'll finish what I started.