Last year I ran a 5K with Andrea (Mike's wife). It was horrible. I technically made it but stopped at least 4 different times around the lake. Her children beat me. By a lot.
I have done some running with Mike off and on. I have crappy knees so pavement running isn't my favorite. Ok, no running is my favorite. But lately I have been realizing that I am enjoying it more. My knees only hurt if I do it too many days in a row, I can go longer, and I'm not gasping for air and embarrassed by my performance. I can actually see why some people do this.
Last week I ran 2 miles on the treadmill, which last summer was the furthest I had ever done. I haven't even attempted to run longer then that. And I only did that because it was homework. And I'm an oldest child so i follow the rules when they are given to me. Coach says run 2 miles, fine. I'll run 2 miles. When I got to the end of the second mile, I realized that I wasn't really all that tired. So I decided to try going to 2.5. Made it. Turned off the treadmill feeling very pleased with myself. As I was walking away, I realized I still wasn't done. I got back on that stupid thing and finished my 3.1 miles.
I did it. I ran 3 miles.
I told Mike. Who of coarse gave me homework. (WHY do I tell him things?) My homework was to run around the lake. The lake where I sort of ran the 5K. The lake that has hills. Damn it.
So Mother's Day morning, (who am I?) I decided to go for it. And I made it! And I beat my time the previous summer by 4 minutes.
I have been doing high interval training and it' hard. And I find myself once again feeling like I will never be able to do it. It's too hard. But running that 5K should do nothing but show me that when I decide to believe in myself I am capable of anything.