For the past month I have not been the biggest fan of running. I was lonely during my runs and just not succeeding the way I wanted to. I was super discouraged, but thanks to SO many wonderful friends I jumped back on the running train.
Last Wednesday my Mom told me she wanted to go running with me. She told me it had been about 5 years or so since she last ran, and at that time she was doing more sprints than long distance. She did run track in high school so it wasn't like she was completely new to running.
I told her my goal was 3 miles but we could stop anytime she wanted to. I also told her I would be kinda mad if she made it the full 3 miles. So what did she do? She went the full 3 miles.
I was SO amazed by her and her strength to do whatever she put her mind to. She was not about to stop before she reached 3 miles, and that is the the attitude I want to adopt.
So come Sunday, the first possible day for me to run again, I wanted to reach my goal of 3.5 miles. I had never gone past 3.3 miles, and plus I am needing to gain some distance if I am going to run a half marathon in a couple months.
I was so proud of myself when I not only hit 3.5 miles but 3.6!! It was all mind over matter and I was bound and determined to reach my goal. I knew I could do it and I did!
This morning when I went to run I knew my head was not in it and therefor I got maybe a mile in. While not exactly the most encouraging thing, I know what went wrong and that tomorrow it will be different!