The First Mile is the Hardest

Friday, May 13, 2011

I didn’t want to run yesterday. A last minute work emergency kept me from being able to make it to the gym and run on the treadmill AND pick up Max from day care in time. This meant I would have to run late and run outside in the 90 degree weather. More plans got blown to bits in the hours following and it was almost 7PM before I could even consider a run.

I hate running in the evening. My stomach is full and my mind and body are drained. I don’t have the energy to push my miles the way I do earlier in the day. I almost talked myself out of it. I reaaalllllyyyy didn’t want to move from the couch. But then I remember the half marathon registration. And I saw the D-tag still on my shoe from the last 10K. It was a reminder of how far I have and not to quit. The more I put off running now, the harder my long Sunday run will be.

So slowly, and with reservation, I pulled myself off the couch and got dressed. I started the RunKeeper app, filled up my new nifty, Camelback water bottle with hand strap and walked out the front door. The weather was warm but not oppressive. The horrid Savannah humidity has not yet reached it’s peak. I started to move to my feet. And I was miserable. My stomach felt funny, my hip started to ache and my lungs were protesting. But I kept on.

Two minutes run. One minute walk. Repeat.

I just kept going. I told myself, “Just get past that first mile. If you are still miserable, you can turn around and you’ll still get in two miles”. So I did. And I shuffled. I was slower than my already pathetic pace but I kept going. I wasn’t going to win any races but I was lapping everyone parked on their couch. I imagined the half marathon. I imagined my parents and friends cheering me on the sidelines. I pictured the friends that might pass me and the friends I might even pass. I thought of that moment when the finishing medal is placed around my neck. Then I got distracted and started thinking about other things. Before I knew it I had reached the end of the street and had to turn around. I was halfway done without realizing it.

By the time I got home, I was glad I ran. I didn’t have a great time and due to time constraints, I only got in 3.6 miles instead of the 4.5 I was hoping for. I just had to get through that first mile.
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    Great job! Congrats on pushing through. Sometimes the first few miles are the toughest. After that, I feel like my legs could go forever. I'm a morning runner too and running at night just has no more appeal to me. It is not as hot here as it is where you are, but I can tell I'll be grateful for my early morning runs come summer.
    3173 days ago
    All that matters is that you got out there and did it. You inspire me!

    I downloaded the galloway 10k app. I am going to try it to keep me motivated - thanks to you!
    3173 days ago
    Way to be consistent! Keep up the hard work.
    3173 days ago
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