First off, wow! Thanks so much to everyone who weighed in on the My Princess Boy post. I truly apprecaite thought-provoking comments, so thank you!
Next weekend is my half marathon (WTF!?) so this morning I got out of bed early with one mission in mind – complete a 12 mile run. If I can run 12 miles without barfing, shitting my pants or dying – I think 13.1 can happen, too
My recap of this morning’s run
Miles 1 – 11: Shit.
Miles 11 – 12: I think I can do this.
And I did!! If these sore hips are any indication of what I’ll feel like next Saturday, I’m definitely cruisin’ for a bruisin’ – but I know crossing the finish line is actually something I can accomplish.
Breaking through the mental barrier has been the biggest accomplishment throughout this entire process. I’ve learned that running is all about convincing myself that I can do it.
If you’re reading this and you’re thinking “I wish I could run, but I’m not a runner” please back up and check yourself. A month ago, I could barely run 4 miles without wanting to shoot myself. If I can do this, so can you.
And with that, I’m headed out the door to meet up with a friend that I haven’t seen if forrreverrrr. And I’m going to stuff myself with Panera. Yeah, that’s another perk of running: You can eat more, and your jeans still fit!
Have a fabulous Friday, my friends!!